She gives a strong voice to the voiceless
She is able to start wars and incite peace
The past and the near future seem to collide when she was there
Her name was poetry and she was real to me
She listens and expresses my ideals and feelings
We has spent a lot of time together and known each other for a long time
So I cry out her name
Dear Poetry
Dear Poetry
Dear Poetry
She is my inspiration and my hope
Sometimes she leaves me without any notice, but faithfully returns
She endlessly asks, “Why do you call my name?”
I reply, “Because I always think about you.”
And she cries,
My dear poet
My dear poet
My dear poet, you know I will never desert you