A poem is not as salient as a kiss,poems and thoughts convey in a time when but through words we may embrace.
Perhaps of all those words I must miss,holding in ones mind the sense of all.
Long may you ply, what practices you have learned.
There is no greater passion than ecstasy distilled into a thought made poetry.
The perfect poem should flow like the wind,high up among the canapy of heaven.
Of all poems it should be clear and true,a line that few could comprehend,should not obscure the view.
So all the letters may speak too,so they may whisper in your soul,
Heres my poem for you