A long

A long, long time ago
You asked me to be a poet
Having no manner with words, I might even be more than a bit dyslexic
I wondered, how could I be a poet?
I trusted you, but couldn’t imagine how I could realize your advice
I have no manner with words
Yet, today, I felt that maybe there is a way for me to follow your
advice
You will have to excuse my clumsy attempts,
What if I could be Your poet?
You offer all the inspiration that is needed
Though I have no manner with words, I could write a picture of you –
I always see you face before me as I sit on my bed
I have seen you in all ages
I love all the appearances of you
I always imagine the joy of your loving
And the pain and suffering of your empathy
How can you live here?

Are you in need of a poet who has no words?
Would you enjoy my poetry of colors that paints a picture of you?