Only Your Poet
I was nobody’s poet writing about sadness at the corner of an empty street
till you passed my way one day and your love started to shine over me.
I was young and bold and marooned, and my verses were strung
Just like dead bleeding pearls on a silky thread.
I was nobody’s heart decomposing in a rubbish bin
till you found me one day and warmed me and made me feel alive.
I was carved in the cheapest wood and nobody would have looked at me
till you saw my beauty and took me and you made me feel at home.
When the morning comes and I hear you next to me
unheard songs grow in my fingertips ready to embrace you.
Share your beauty, you said, so the world knows that it exists.
Yet my lips bloom like a rose in a smile, and it’s only for you.
And the joy of my soul is the genuine happiness of a child’s heart.
And I don’t care what the world thinks, I am only your poet.
memyselfandela, June 2013