All I love is poetry,
It's the language of my soul,
The rhythm of my heart,
The melody of my thoughts.
It's the ink that flows through my veins,
The words that dance on my tongue,
The emotions that I cannot contain,
The stories waiting to be sung.
It's the beauty of the world,
Captured in a single line,
The pain and joy of life,
Expressed in every rhyme.
It's the escape from reality,
A journey to another place,
Where I can be whoever I want,
And let my imagination race.
It's the power to heal,
To mend a broken heart,
To make sense of the chaos,
And find peace in the art.
It's the voice of the unheard,
The thoughts of the unsaid,
The feelings that are too deep,
For any other form to tread.
It's the connection to others,
Who share the same love,
The bond of kindred spirits,
Sent from the heavens above.
It's the legacy of the past,
The hope for the future,
The present moment captured,
In every word and gesture.
All I love is poetry,
For it is my truest form,
A reflection of my soul,
And the calm in the storm.
So I'll keep writing,
Till my last breath,
For all I love is poetry,
And it's all I'll ever have.
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