Poet's Corner: Make Us Be

Poems don't come to me often anymore. They used to pour out of my heart like a drip of water leaking from a faucet. So when they escape from me now, I like to take note. Means my heart is drowning in feelings it needs to release. This small freestyle is a lover's plea.

There's no perfect you

and there's no perfect me

but the balance of us

can make us be.

Beautiful in flight

high as a kite

but we must both

stay in the fight.

Our hearts are trying

while souls are crying

why can't we

keep this from dying?

Man I love poetry. I'm so glad I let this one slip out. In a world that disrespects love, may we all still find a reason to fight for it.