Words are putty in my hands,
Mold them into emotions I can,
To meet anyone’s demands
Any gamut of feeling, I span.
Melting others’ hearts, my letters,
Travel wide and travel far,
Shackling all of their fetters,
Of beauty, they raise the bar.
And, of my heart, these are decoy,
Of course, they are all my dears,
My readers weep in elated joy,
Choking, holding back tears.