I know a poet
who would carve out love with words
He would describe in black and white
how love truly spin our world
This poet makes you fall deep with delight
Love, he himself never once felt
To him its a fiction, and to you; commitment.
I know this artist
that would make the finest of mosaics
she would arrange each pieces effortlessly,
with her art, you would love even a prosaic.
her brush lines tell of her bitterness joyously
but she would always say that its yet complete,
no matter how each pieces accrete.
I know of an actor
who would take all roles and act accordingly,
each role he played was a work of art
He knows pain and act it gleefully,
and we all love him with our whole heart
for he lived every role he laid his hands on
since he has no life he could call his own.