THE INSPIRATION

Ha!

You ask me why I do this

why I pen these poems

write these words of love

so early and often.

You wonder what inspires me

to be so dedicated to a master

I have barely met

or can hardly remember.

You query as to what makes me

wish to scrawl out sentences

of devotion and desire

to an endless array of lovelies

when, in fact,

the answer is simple.

There is no panoply of pretties

I write to.

It is always, simply, you.