Poet At Heart
A poet at heart
My, My, how I love this art
I wish for this feeling of warmth not to depart
When down it lifts me up so lovingly to start
Makes me feel all the more smart
In a poet’s world when you’re ready with your shopping cart
Make no mistake about it, you can buy all you want at the mart
It fills your appetite, tastes just like lemon tart
Over time, has become my real sweetheart
I pray, may my quill and its words never part
And I remain forever a poet at heart
poem by Ruffled Quill
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