If I was a love poet
I would write about your blithe spirit
about my yearning and my unseen fires
I would write in that magic language
that speaks of one thing
while meaning another
and I would pretend
my words are art
just poetry, not reality
and bleed my aching soul
again and again
to paint something beautiful
from the dark wells
of my hidden pain
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 