The Love of Words

I discovered my Words as one first discovers love.

Innocent and passionate, seemingly eternal.

But, just as first love, it ended too soon,

As I'm haunted by the affair that changed my life.

I cling to the memory of how things once were,

Wishing to have it back.

Words have left me, breaking my heart,

Leaving before I could put up a fight.

So, sorry to disappoint.

I know you were expecting a poem,
But Words have left me.
I have lost the love of Words.

My Words, My Poems, My Pen, My Heart.

Time ticks by, but no words form under my pen.

They do not flow but are forced.

My poems have strayed from rhyme and rhythm. 

My words have lost their grace, their power.

My words once flowed easier than those of a woman in love.

My words once danced gracefully across the page.

My words have lost that grace, that ease.

My poems have waned away to nothing but babble.

My pen hangs mockingly above a blank page.

And my heart breaks.