Iād like to find the poem
that made me write poetry
the one that rings about love.
I must have lost it somewhere
when harmony and rhyme deprived me.
I listened to it sometime ago,
without knowing where it came from
but is present
in all things unknown.
Now, I gather the words
of what was left, and braid them
into lines of remembrance.
That was rarther nice i know there what your saying my first poems wern't that great they grow and you get inspired by things in your life and other people or happenings TY Shells xx