My Poet

[ampoule]

My Poet
December First, Two Thousand

Deep within himself he knows
How it goes with someone's soul.
He sees lives with his words
And gently gives us clues.
Anxious to be understood
He longs to share his heart,
Even through the hurt and pain
That has been cast by others.
Noble are his thoughts and deeds
And the way he leads his life,
A wonderful, peaceful, pensive man,
A friend I need so much.
Needing his past and watching his future
Help soften his present day,
A day he carefully guards
Who may enter it.
Yielding to what life gave him
And knowing he's been blessed,
My poet, my shining knight, stands
Protecting honor and love.

[quasimodo1]

To Ampoule: Is this your work Amp?

[ampoule]

To Ampoule: Is this your work Amp?

Why, yes, it is. I am guilty of everything I have posted here unless otherwise noted. ;) :)

[quasimodo1]

To Ampoule: Well then, let me comment on the quality and subtle simplicity of a fine piece of poetry. Are you a secret or anonymous star in the literary world? quasimodo1

[PrinceMyshkin]

Why, yes, it is. I am guilty of everything I have posted here unless otherwise noted. ;) :)

I take it that includes this quoted message? I think the preceding poster may have asked that because this dosn't sound like your usual style.

[ampoule]

To Ampoule: Well then, let me comment on the quality and subtle simplicity of a fine piece of poetry. Are you a secret or anonymous star in the literary world? quasimodo1

I really cannot thank you enough, and, no secrets here.