Oh, Poetry!

If you were a woman, you'd be my wife

How I'd hold your hand and walk with you at night

Oh, Poetry!

 

I'd stay up until morning

Telling you secrets and pains

Most likly driving you insane

Oh, Poetry!

 

Poetry, we'd go to family gatherings

And we'd tell our story 

Of how we first met 

And that year's glory

The freedom you brought me

Though you are not physical

And though you are not physical

You are warmer than any hug 

Softer than any love

Without you I am miserable

Oh, Poetry!

 

May I remember the day we met

Sixth grade we partnered up 

To get an A.

The greastest group project I've ever done

Was when we completed our modern version of Sonnet 1 

 

Poetry, we are a love so played out

Like a teen fiction I found you 

And you never left me

Even when I was cold and hungry

Lost and lonley

I always found you there to hold me

As I wrote down words in my dispair

It was the feeling of your care

That kept me from leaving here

Kept me from ending it all there

 

You were there when I was weak

You were my love, I did not have to seek

A wife without whine or need

A wife who does nothing, but comfort me

And Oh, Poetry!

There is no would, you are my wife

For - you are the only one who knows

The truth in the pain and depression 

That my writings show.

You are the only one who knows

The love and the happiness

That still comes and goes

You are the only one who can understand

Why it is so hard to be a young man

Because to you I have explained, all of my worst pains

Because you are faithful to my heart

As my fingers became to the pens

That in my life

Let you start.

Oh, Poetry!