Form: 16 lines tetrameter couplets
I ne’er tire of rhythm and rhyme
And love pulsing from time to time
When poets talk in measured verse
In clichéd words, it could be worse
They could decide to never speak
But silence won’t reach out to seek
It won’t argue for this or that
Instead it leaves love lying flat
With no voice left to say I care
Because love has nothing to share
Words of love many said before
Still echo love within my core
But if I can’t see her, my choice
Expressing love in my own voice
I let the rhythm rhyme and flow
As poets, did so long ago
©JGFarmer2020
A Garret Poet 