My heart stirs,
with every word.
It shapes the mind,
and softens the heart.
Like the morning,
it is the light of day.
It wakes the soul,
and breathes true.
Like the night,
it is the shining stars.
It is all I have –
poetry, I love!
My heart stirs,
with every word.
It shapes the mind,
and softens the heart.
Like the morning,
it is the light of day.
It wakes the soul,
and breathes true.
Like the night,
it is the shining stars.
It is all I have –
poetry, I love!