Your poetry is like sugar
leaves
in autumn trees
okay leaves
no need to crush them
for the sweet fragrance
is passing extinction

you are a poet of class indeed
in the list of best many poems
when will we achieve or attain
such a moment
of holding hands
in the Garden of Roses
where I hope to be, one
sought after by everyone

a blue bird of narcissism
an egoist poet
off the cuff in the desert

none yet knew
but my what a poet are you
but why only few poems
I have inked many
a thousand
many read
a non poet like me

You are an eagle flying
okay (soaring)
come abide with me
I am a poet of style free
Niagara
one day any one could be
I may
also
one day be

till that happens
can we meet
across the Internet
at the very least

You are a POET TREE
I'd like to bask
in the shadow of thee
will you let me
O poet gracious
how much indebted
I shall be
to all those hereafter
read me

You would I suppose...
Lovedly me