Poetry My Lover

Poetry, My Lover. Remembered ways of yesterdays and nights I spent alone. Longing for a love someday that I could call my own. I heard a song, can it be wrong? Like whispers in the wind. You came to me, I came to see you’re poetry, my friend. To get me through I turned to you, my tears they fell like rain. I know now some way some how I’d never known such pain. I struggle still, I always will at least from time to time. In sometimes dreams I hear the screams. The life I lived in rhyme. Then came you to see me through you loved me like no other. It came to be I came to see. You’re poetry,my lover. Edwin C Hofert