I AM NO POET/YOU ARE A POET

I AM NO POET

This angel fell from Heaven and has endured a lot

To find true love, which she believed was not

I am no poet, but what I want to say

Is that you are an angel

I love your poems

I love the way you moan

When I massage your feet or back

And I love your bow-legged walk

I love the way you snort, when you laugh with me

And I love the way you take care of your family

I love your eyes, they are so beautiful

And your smile that is so beautiful

I love how you sneeze several times in a row

Simply put, Mrs. David Adams, I love you so.

YOU ARE A POET

You are no poet, you say

Yet, I say, we all are…in our own way

When you write them down

I love the way your words sound.

I love when you express the way you feel

In a way you know it to be real.

And yet you say you are no poet

Just for the simple way you wrote it

Yet, the formations of your words are theatrical

They are, beautiful and symmetrical

They are you

They are how you express you

And everyone has their own meter

Everyone has their own measure

To how they say the way they feel

And it is that simplistic rhythm

That to them

Shows their feelings real

And to simply say

I love you poetic words that you say, in your way

By: David Adams, Jana Adams…September 27, 2007