Only In My Poetry (part Iii)

Only In My Poetry (part Iii) prose poem

Uploaded by Reynaldo Salvador

I wrote this poetry
As I found your beauty
Where words that still unsaid
Feelings that still undead.

I wrote this poetry
Because of you
And not because of fortune and fame

I wrote this poetry
Trying not to impress you
But telling how much I care.

I wrote this poetry
Not to be known as a great poet
But at least this love to be interpreted.

I wrote this poetry
Not because I am best at it.
But because for thee; this is my heartbeat.

I wrote this poetry
Not to be assumed that our story will begin
But to showcase all my hopes and dreams.

I wrote this poetry
To be thanked as my inspiration
Because of you I found my passion

And here
Only in my poetry
I can write
What my mouth can’t say
“I LOVE YOU”.

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