My pen flows over paper
As my thoughts still spin around
I feel as though I'm floating
On a cloud above the ground
And from this high point I can see
A whole new world with clarity
A world I'm sure is seldom seen
Except by those who sit and dream
A love of writing, a creator of dreams
A romance of poetry, or so it seems
Then the crushing finality, the wrenching despair
For a love that’s not a love affair.
© S.E.S
Sara Stowell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-romance-of-poetry/
