I am not a poet, I am a lover

I love music, the songs when life is dark and lacking a melody, love singing in the rain, and then running away from you to hide in the corner 

I don’t weave magic with words to explain my dream which I don’t understand myself 

I am cowered with the weight of feelings , I am afraid and terrified, I tremble 

Still I move forward, embracing the unknown , with or without understanding what lies ahead,

I share my love with you , don’t treat this as poetry,

I am not a poet, I am a lover…