As I search for that perfect poem,
that flows so smooth
the words seem like they oooze
underneath your breath
as you quietly read it to yourself.
A poem whose health
is so divine
fine like wine.
That after each line it only seems to get better.
A poem whose previous lines
stays implanted in the mind
helping to bring forth understanding.
This understanding is sure to come
when others attempt to write a perfect poem,
It will already be known that it has been done.
Yeah that's the ONE.
The ONE that only poetic minds have the capability
of knowing,
That once it's done
I own all rights to "The Perfect Poem".
Some may even try to say
that they have read and even written better.
They will also have to admit to reading and that
I have written "The Perfect Poem".
What I like about this is that I am the boss,
I can end this right now
and next month pick up where I left off
and flow Part II of "The Perfect Poem".