If I were a better poet; perhaps, a masterpiece, I'd write.
A lucid observation of some heady subject of our times.
The couplets structured perfectly; a deep, and meaningful insight,
but, would they hold the gentle truths I weave into my tenuous rhymes?

The answer, probably is, No... it's all down to the reason, why
I write at all. I've no ambition to seek Literary fame.
I try to touch your thoughts with mine; to share a soft, romantic sigh,
not coldly, wade through Dictionaries seeking critical acclaim.

I try to paint a picture with those words I use;
a subtle hint
of colour, in this grey, old world... and Watercolour is my choice.
Others lean towards Acrylics... Gouache, Oils; a sharper tint.
Perhaps, they choose more wisely...
but,
I much prefer a gentler voice.

For, in my poems, you will find a single thread that binds them all
together...
this Romantic's dream; a spark, to light those darker days.
A soft caress for broken hearts... a small flame for those, yet to fall
in love... as they most surely will.
A light, perhaps... to guide the way.

These poems that I write may just be whimsy, with no merit, deep.
It really doesn't matter if they flourish... or, they fade and cease.
Yet, if...
but, one small couplet slips into your dreaming whilst you sleep;
or, brings a gentle smile...
perhaps, it was indeed, a masterpiece.

And, that is all I seek to do; to touch a heart... caress a thought;
I have no use for Copyright; for Royalties... some Princely sum.
So, if some verse or couplet touches you the way I hoped it might...
please take it...
Intellectual rights on Love belong to everyone.