It might not be a big thing, but it is for me, because I see myself as very amateur artist, it's just something I love to do. So when someone shares the joy and actually likes my work, then it just makes my day, my week, my month, my year.
My dear English,Roses are redMy dear English, by MsBrock
Violets are blue
Give me a reason
Or even a few…
Why should I love you?
You don’t fight like German
You don’t make love like French
You don’t sing like Italian
Or dance on my lips like Russian
You’re blank like a leaf of paper
You sound cold and hollow
Your people, your maker
Are the one’s who made you so.
But I am THE poet…
I look for words in colors
You’re just too white, too quiet
That’s why you’re not one of my lovers.
Here is your reason, he said:
I’m a leaf of paper, right?
Blank and white?
And you are THE poet
Well then I’m sorry, but I am what you write.