This poem is like a lady, dancing..
Emotions become me, on Saturday..
I'm a lady, dancing for my man...
And writing, my heart...away.....
So many words, I write for him..
Each thought, a book on it's own..
If I didn't have him to write about..
These words, would find me...alone..
In my poems, I create fantasies...
I also create love...to find.....
Without him, I'd have only syllables...
I need him to be, on my mind...
I am a lady, great and strong...
A lover of masculine humanity....
When he is here...my pen is near...
I write him for this world, to see....
I am warm, and my heart is true..
Yet his image sometimes isn't there
So I call to him, bring him to life..
A poem, just floating, in air...
This lady's dressed in the alphabet...
Words poised, to come from above....
But I am waiting, for his heart...
I am waiting, to write, words of love..
I am waiting , to write, words of love...
written by Susan Jane Kahon
Oct.16, 2003
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