pick a title, any title.
All this time, and I still can't fathom
How inveterately gentle you are;
You are an impossible amalgam,
A sundry of delightful examplars.
With soft words and a sonorous message,
You uplift my head and attention.
For once, I feel each cog in the assemblage,
Empathy bleeding beyond comprehension.
Tears catch in a grin,
The world thrums in concordance.
I know so little, to my chagrin,
But I'm grateful for this chance.
I won't forfeit peacefully,
That I'll ensure.
I may have arisen arbitrarily,
But I won't leave obscure.
This poem is about:
Me