I thought your poetry was just for me

Those songs you sang were my soul’s melody

I remember when you used to move me

Your pen touched my pad and soothed me

Our colors collided, we made art

When we made love

Somehow you had a sudden lack of creativity

Your vision became shortsighted

Your brush no longer stroked my canvass

You were loving a new enchantress

I was primed and prepped for defeat

Baby I thought our love was deep

And to think, I let you in

Again, and again, and again

No matter, I’m older now, and I’ve grown to understand

That any fool can scribble on paper

It takes a real man to feed you thoughts you can savor

Yes I’m full-grown now

And I’ve waited patiently

‘Till I was blessed with a renaissance man

whose poetry is ALL for me