When I write-
I live through the words
That flow from my fluid thoughts,
Taking the ink from my soul and heart
And spreading it like an ebony tide
Across a page of my life – giving it a face.
There somewhere hidden
In this vast array of emotions
And among the many thoughts-
You will find yourself wrapped
Gently in my expressions of love,
With every word that I have penned.
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When I first began writing my poems people would always think I was talking about myself too, especially when I wrote about love. I think some friends in authorsden still think I was talking about myself when I write love poems. I think it is because most poets do talk about their life experiences when writing poetry.
Your poems are very beautiful to read, even the sad ones. I enjoyed them.
Sandie
Ron