Just For You Poetry

I’ll never know why sonnets haunt my mind
they start like flow’rs in bud that want to grow
and seek a home where they can bloom and find
a poet who will nurture words to flow.

So oft I hear their voices calling me
in angst and chains they ask me to be heard,
“Make me into a love song, set me free”
and so I heal them with the written word.

I give them rhythm so that they can dance
then rhyme and flow that they may also sing,
and sometimes even romance by perchance
to crying lonely hearts I try to bring.

I’ll never know why sonnets haunt my mind
maybe they think this poet will be kind.


© Stella Armour