Stem the flow of good poetry
To mean only selfish vanity
A poem flows to the end
In the essence of seeking perfection
From the unknown expressions
The Lord guides my thoughts to flow
For only in the heart does love glow
I am but a pawn to Kings and Queens
You are the reason I am yours
You are mine and the world is our gift
and the poet just interprets reality
Forget the I's youse and me's
and let the poem flow to it's end