December 27, 2022
I long to write the perfect rhyme
With words combined in perfect style,
Whose lyrics pass the test of time,
Allow a wounded heart to smile
With words that form inside my heart,
That paint a picture clear and pure,
To touch the soul, a work of art
That penetrates to last, endure.
I know my words are simple, plain,
Not seen by many eyes at all.
I must admit they’re quite mundane,
Not likely mounted on a wall.
I’m satisfied to touch a few,
Spread hope and love like morning dew.
Love it!