A Poem to Poets of the Heart

A tribute to the poets who write from the heart, and not from the mind.

What has poetry become
When love is no longer its key?
Can we still write a poem
When we can no longer see?

What is poetry
When the words are of mind,
And not of heart?
Form is not the key to poetry,
Words of heart are one of a kind,
Thus true poets are a breed apart.

Poets of the heart do not think,
Poets of the heart feel.
Poets of the heart blink
So as to see what is real.

This is a poem for the true poets
Who express their hearts in emotional sonnets