A Poem for all the Poets

My heart did open and the love came in
with each little word that you would pen.
Though the words of poets are for all to see
your words always seem to speak to me.

I know they are not, but one likes to pretend
that they can inspire someone whose writings don't end.
To give someone a reason to share
to know your special and somebody cared.

That is what a poets words do
they make you think they were written for you.
Some words are written and sung
while other ones have sometimes stung.

Your words are not intended for me
but sometimes I'll read them and I'll let them be,
the ones that take me far away
the ones that make me melt and sway.

I wish I could me a group of lines
that make up a timeless story in rhymes.
To grace a paper and be touched by ink,
to form from his hands in less then a blink.

Oh how magical that feeling would be
if for only a moment his words were for me,
but as long as there's passion that he writes them with
perhaps for that moment, I'll live my great wish.