The art of poetry

Mysterious words are typed on paper

Intricate equations bound together

In patterns selected with precision

Alas some still wonder for what reason...

This is a question that needs no answer

For when rhythms and rhymes waltz together

With such fine detail and subtle notes

It creates a music only poetry can evoke

Distilled from the sweetest of nectars

Of that unique flower picked on a whim

Within the vast fields of our deepest emotions

For both writer and reader to admire and take in