"You say you have no style for poetry."
Do you know you write each day
A lovely poem formed through your kindness
Of the love words you would say.
That bouquet you bought this morning
Full of beauty, color, shade
Brought its cheer with tender rhythm
Thoughtfulness ... a rich brocade.
Yes! you write me poems of beauty
Words and deeds blend each a part
In the beauteous songs of gladness
That transforms both mind and heart.