Poem Paradise

To deliver that masterpiece of words, A poem divine, Lines unheard, Brought to life, by the touch of a pen, From the depths of a mind, Waiting to explode once opened up, Like Pandora's Box, Full of mystery, life and love, Longing for that special rhyme, To touch an aching soul, Remembered through the path of time, By one and all. Words don't always come easy, But often by magic they flow, A rush of excitement, As the lines of the poem grow. Let the heart be your guide In these dismal days, Poetry is a haven from sorrow, in so many ways. Jayne Davies