Poetry, this love, like two doves up in a tree

Always wanting to go on a reading spree

Never wanting the words on the page to flee

The lines flow down the page like wind through the leaves

The clever rhymes that I read

I hope will never fly away and leave

The poetry brings me from dark to light 

As I read every line from left to right

Like that beautiful bird so white

Who lived up in the tree and only flew at night

But living so happy and free up in flight

That is how poetry makes me feel, as if I never need to think twice

Poems are my vice