Who said I'm a poet? No, I'm not a poet. I just sit there on the river bank celebrating your great flood.  It's every waterfall and breeze from the pure balcony where the voice is free and every story has no end.
Yes, I am not a poet but I can count the beats of my heart honestly, and see the features of light in your eyes clearly. As for those dark walls, they do not hear the call nor see your beautiful eyes because their hearts are gray and their hands are yellow.
Yes, I am not a poet but when your hand touches my heart, I see the depths and I burn without tears.