Inside my chest beats the heart of a poet,
Though from the exterior you wouldn't know it.
To see life through my eyes with pen in hand,
Love slips through my fingers like grains of sand.
Now deeply scarred by life's many heartbreaks,
I think I've finally learned from my foolish mistakes:
What is seen by the eye may not be felt by the heart,
Not on my behalf, but on another's part.
Oh, but if it were the other way around,
And love given freely was found,
Easily winning someone's heart
Then it would have been better from the start.
Not to be seen at only face value,
But to be loved for some valiant virtue.
Clouds of doubt and fear and dread
Ran like wild horses through my head.
To think that someone so lovely and kind
Might've driven me to madness, out of my mind.
So, now I've been taught, and it's a lesson learned,
But from this no diploma or degree has been earned.
I had a good teacher, and she taught me well.
Nevermore shall I have poems to write for her, or tales to tell.
2006-12-22
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