Expect but definitely not material possessions
For he, in his art is rich but only with words
And with them you will be feed and clothed
He\'s an art god
From the lineage of the god of creativity
Speaking of the known and unknown things
And will crown you queen with ballads
Crafted with the last strength of his heart
Your name, he will inscribe on the sand of time
Where none can erase
WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH A POET
You are but a messenger
Sent to deliver him of
The pregnancy of unsung songs.
And like a midwife
Be sure you bath his new born with spring of water
Flowing from the well of your heart.
Oh!
Love found me
Picked me up from the lowest to a higher point
Abandoning my physical oddness
Not minding my short comings
Accepting me where others reject
And with a tender look in her eyes
She spoke words of healing to my soul
With no words spoken.
This kind of love made Godly and family love