I started to write poems, to let my emotions grow,
Feelings so intense, transformed by poetic flow;
When my mind swirls with a million thoughts, as each second chimes,
Translating them into sonnets, makes my stories come alive.
Initially the verses were a positive way, to quell my many storms,
Turning my negative and sad voids, into beautiful structured forms;
On dire straits, they became the sole reason my sanity prevailed,
Anchoring through life’s tempests, my drowning boat continued to sail.
Slowly through the throng of words, I found my ray of hope,
Started to view my worlds many colors, cherishing my life as a kaleidoscope;
Poetry changed my perspective, life started to take on a golden glow,
Spiritually, mentally, and emotionally, I leveled up starting to grow.
I then started playing with words, exploring patterns unknown,
Learning to weave my ideas, giving them a voice of their own;
Clarity in words, through a maze of tumultuous chaotic thoughts,
Restoring order and stability, to my life’s rough spots.
I specially carve some time, to craft my loved one’s thoughtful odes,
The best way to glorify, when your impact in my life means the most;
My love for you, expressed in my poems is sincere and heartfelt,
A unique gift to my muses, who truly make my heart melt.
It makes me ecstatic, when my poems ease another's trails,
Words serving as encouragement and hope, securing much needed solace;
I thank my lucky stars, for bestowing me with this exquisite gift,
The perfect lifeline through my many squalls, steering me to stay adrift.
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