Poetry Thoughts

Deep down in the depths of the human heart, There is found a fountain of pure and feverous feeling. From which at times swell up a tide of emotions. Which words are powerless to express. Which the soul alone can appreciate. Filling many hearts to overflowing, With sublime thoughts and grand imaginings. A need for every poet's and poetesses pen to hold, Enraptured hearts in its spell. The thoughts that breathe are there, But not the words that burn. Nature's own inspiration fills the heart, With emotions too deep for utterance. And the poetry of the heart lies forever, Concealed in its own mysterious shrine.