And The Best Part Is...
And the best part is –
Now that the mixing is over,
Now that the mixture is poured,
The mold is set in place, and filled,
With hearts fixed on lovers…
The plaster (of Poetry) takes shape
Hardens until it is Done
Becoming like stone, unbreakable.
The style, the form, the theme,
With thoughts fixed on someone…
Again and again, as history repeats,
Hearts pour out hopes become hard,
And love binds the plaster,
Making it forever,
And great grows the legions of bards.