I am not a poet, for poets lie
It's their favorite thing to do
Frivilous words, a pity, while I
Am happy to tell you the truth
 

Your eyelids are not like rose petals
Your hair is not soft as a dove's
But you are peace in the chaos around me
And for that, you I love

I am not a poet
For poets are too kind
They compliment you with every phrase
And every useless rhyme. 
 

If you think this is contradictory, dear
I beg you take another look
What I've written is not itself a poem
Just a page from my own book
 

So if you want to be a poet 
Here's a tip for you--
Tell the truth, without a lie
And rewrite this world anew!