"THE POET"


A chance meeting right from the start,
How very quickly he did steal my heart.
Mesmerized by his beautiful rhyme,
Shall he be condemned for this crime.

Lo and behold, such words of passion,
He struck hard with little compassion.
Strangled by emotion, so hard to swallow,
Deep into his realm, I must now follow.

I have bared my soul, letting him see,
Into my mind, the poet within me.
With trembling hands and silent tears, 
Now rhyming to him, my inner fears.

Oh, how my heart does now race,
Conquered by this man with no face.
Captivated, my heart now does bleed,
My hunger grows, longing for a feed.

Silken words spun, like no spider can,
Seeing only the verse and not the man.
Trapped, I am caught up in his rhyme,
Shall he be condemned for this crime.


Belda J. Lynds  ©