I might churn out poems at a daily rate.
But that doesn’t mean they’re not from the heart.
It doesn’t mean that they mean any less.
It doesn’t make me feel any less blessed.
It does give me the sweetest release.
Knowing my Beauty loves her Beast.
Knowing she’ll inspire me to write every day.
Knowing that our love will guide what I say.
I might churn out poems that some won’t appreciate.
But I’m not gonna stop my Beauty, for me it’s way too late….