I polish my poetry with breath divine,    
as I write with a pens rhyme    

I polish to shine into other eyes,
and tickle senses so they come alive.

I polish with diligence polish with love.
Hoping those reading can fly like a dove.

Fly inspired, fly with grace.
I bow to all in the human race.

So come gather see my wares shine,
inside of poetry that whispers so fine.