I remember writing this when I was in college. I wasn’t always conscious of meters and iambs then. I preferred to write as freely as I wanted, only thinking of rhymes and imagery. I am still not too conscious of those even today, but I think I wrote more freely then, as opposed to the more contained stuff I work on now. Anyway, you be the judge.
Where will I find poetry
If you are all of literature to me?
You are the sun; you are the moon.
Everything that gives beauty to life is you.
Where will I find music
If you are all the melody that soothes me?
You are my heart and my soul,
Everything I wanted and more.
Where will I find a real work of art
If you are the colors I need in my heart?
You are the sky when the skies are blue.
You are warmth when the sky turns a grayish hue.
Where will I find paradise
If you are all that’s heavenly in my eyes?
You are all the things both real and untrue.
My heart lies restless unless it finds you.
And tell me where will I find you
If the whole world’s where you walk through?
You are the earth, the air, and the seas to me.
You’re all that I see and all I ever need to see.