poet's

Dear poet, in dream’s aspire, seeks love’s illusion
For the write of beauty stems from emotion’s well
That feeling’s cause dreams to become confusion
So the poor poet writes of only ideal love’s tell

And reality’s sight is lost to poor heart’s deception
In this dimension, does love make poets of us all
And welcomes all to heaven’s sweet reception
To pen hopes to Venus, she does hear poet’s call

Dear heart swells with joy, such rich impressions
And we write soft words to a deity above the sky
Poet’s pen is heart’s rich hand of sweet confessions
Tender words of joyous move to reality’s goodbye

Love is not for those who fear intention’s write
For love is the joy of a poet’s pen in open invite