What is poetry,
In your eyes?
She wonders,
With a smile,
In her eyes.
Is it rhythm?
Is it rhyme?
What is
The poetry
That you like?
What is poetry
In my eyes?
I reply,
With a wonder,
In my eyes.
Poetry is,
Sweetheart,
But your eyes,
Your hair,
Your smile.
Poetry is
Beyond meters,
Beyond rhythm,
Beyond rhyme.
Poetry is
The heart
Of a child,
Springtime,
Sun rays,
Moon light.
Poetry grows,
In my heart,
As a flower,
And falls,
From my lips,
To your heart,
As a whisper,
As rain drops,
At dawn,
Or at night.
Poetry is
Beauty,
Goodness,
And truth,
A combination
Of painting,
And music,
Made out
Of love
For the
Divine,
The universe,
And mankind.