As I write this poem I think not of the rhyme but the feelings that flow this moment in time As I write this poem I think not of the words but of the emotions inside me that need to be heard As I write this poem I think not of the form but of the times I have loved and the times I have mourned
As I write this poem I think not of the style but the wonder of this world and the innocence of a child As I write this poem I think not of the test but of all the pa**ion inside me I need to express As I write this poem my heart controls my pen my life becomes a poem from beginning to end