It was poetry that found me my true love,
Beginning with a book's stray page that caught my eye,
As I stared I saw letters glancing up at me,
I was bewitched: first love is always curiosity.
I spoke each word and they called to me,
I heard sounds echo through my thoughts as I read.
I felt the poets words rhyme and intertwine with mine,
Two hearts never met now embracing one another.
When all was silent,
When I spoke words no more,
I listened to the eternal resonance,
Of a poet's whose words of love would always be.
Andrew James Whalan 