Poetry is a great way to tell someone you love them, without saying it outright;
It’s a great way to say goodbye too, with a sprinkle of wit and a dash of might.
It packs a punch and leaves them to wonder;
Is it me or is it her, in this case full of blunders?
It’s an art, like any canvas on a wall;
It builds the bold and has caused great men to fall.
The muse, that paces within, is a mystery to most;
She or he causes the quietest to boast,
About their love and about their strife;
Poetry is a hello and a goodbye in the game they call life.