I did not falter but fell headlong
willingly I became part of the tune
it rhymed for a time because of you
the one who caught the hidden lines
metaphors of a long lost time
it flows prolific in crimson ink
some would argue--that's how it reads
with deep thought your words from within
meaning you know and others breathe in
wanting to be part of your poet's soul
part of your lyric and loving tempo
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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