Birth of the Poet

Emotions I hide
Often I disguise
Through lows and highs
Manifestations of our love never cease to surprise!

No matter what route I take
Or how many emotions I fake
In its various forms and shape
Your thoughts I can never escape

Amidst this emotional concoction
Discover a new form of expression
Bemused for hours, dig down deep whatever is ours
Devoid of caprice, bereft of any malice Now that Im at peace, I Build it piece by piece

Our love I’ll always embrace
Roots of which I am unable to trace
Impossible to erase, I Pen with grace
Emotions I freely expound, no longer are they bound
A jingle, a sonnet, a verse I dole
Through the pen of the Wandering soul