I have always known that there was another side of Heaven, but I never knew it felt like poetry, I never knew that words could be beautiful, and that I would be that poetical angel that would and could write them, poetry is the smell of fresh baked bread in the morning, or crystal raindrops on a window pane, it is inside of you that treasure chest of your heart, it is the beauty in your eyes whether they are tears or laughter, it is a smile given by a child or a ballerinas plushest, poetry is lovers walking on a moon light beach

A blushing bride giggling in the next room, poetry is a part of your soul that takes you on a journey you will never forget, it’s a natural high that sometimes takes weeks to come down of, it why, and why not? It’s how and how could you? It’s passion and love, poetry is like crimson blood that flows through every viable vein in your body, it’s hot its life.

It’s my lover.