I shall write for you a poem,
no better or no worse,
than are those poems of other men
or women who write in metered verse.
But in my words you'll hear my heart,
its beat in steady pace,
you'll sense my soul and inner self,
see glimpses of my face.
My spirit soars with pen in hand,
my thoughts then framed in ink,
you'll find my passions and desires,
you'll see just how I think.
And on this page I give to you
you'll find my heart and soul,
one moment I'll be scattered,
then next you'll find me whole.
For in my verse I find my voice
and you might hear it too,
on paper I complete myself,
and bare my soul to you.
You'll learn my fantasies and more,
my sorrow and joys of my world,
you'll sit beside the aging woman,
and play beside the little girl.
© 2008 Alexandra Carpenter