I'm a creature of my pen

my pen is a part of me,

where my thoughts speak on printed page

Passion whispers deep and silently

I write alone far from view

many don't understand  my delicate art,

some want to change my pen,

to do so would cut my heart

A kiss can only say so much

but a poem breathes by candlelight,

each word ignite a desire

for many years under starlight

My pen glides across a page

yet you reader, read silently I know,

Romance like Poetry softly calls,

till it consumes your very soul

If you see me only as I am

you will miss the real me,

I am far more than I seem,

tho you search my Poetry