i'm really lost with the topic...i dunno why..so i'm just using love
as a loose basis for the piece...if you dont mind.

We speak of magic moments
of love with deep devotion
and always there's a battle
to reach the limits of emotion.
The reader just has to feel
every pulse of our pain
as we tell our lovers lie:
we'll not go that way again.

We speak of rainbow colors
as we beam our rays of love
and to show how deep it is
we point at the skies above.
Stars are but a blink away;
rivers are filled with dew.
To show the strength of it
we'll move a mountain or two.

We speak so clearly of dreams
like cameras from our eyes
and the photos which develop
are so easy to visualize.
None other but we
could recall such dreams
as to make a wish be true
or life bigger than it seems.

We speak of tears and fears
days and years, luck and bust.
Romance and tragedy visits
even upon the best of us.
As poets, we speak of love
but show only tiny parts
of what lingers in our souls
and deep within our hearts.

There's always feelings left
we have yet to express
but being poets who know it
we create amongst the best.
Little else comes even close or
that fits like a hand in a glove
not much can satisfy the psyche
as when "Poets Speak of Love".