Poetry is my knight in shining armor

Poetry is my knight in shining armor
My gentle, tender voice on a cold night
My trembling fingers on the keyboard
My smile of peace when it is written

Poetry is my breath, my blood, my soul
My kindness poured into words of love
My gentle stream of consciousness as
My words pour out like water to glass

Poetry sustains me, is my nourishment
My reason for living, my gentle soul
My heart beating words into screen
My body content, silence my partner

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