[2] The Lonely Poet Tall and strong, alone he stands, | Every Day Poems
[2] The Lonely Poet
Tall and strong, alone he stands,
In distant lands, with empty hands.
His friends have left, no longer near,
And in his heart, loneliness like a spear.
To overcome his lonely plight,
He writes his poems with all his might.
Pouring out his heart and soul,
In words that make him feel whole.
One day he meets a maiden fair,
Who takes his hand and shows she cares.
For the first time, a girl holds his hand,
And in that moment, he feels grand.
But back at home, he thinks all day,
Of the girl who took his breath away.
He longs to tell her how he feels,
But fear and shyness keep him still.
~FlameHeart
