LOVE STRUCK

I sit when I want to write you
Yet know not I from whence
The words start flowing through
How I write, I know not when

To write words of poetry
Isn't easy for an artist in pottery

Beauty they say "lies in the heart"
Writing flows not but from deep the mind

A flower seen once
It's fragrance begat my nostrils
For it, my heart blossomed
Thoughts of it giving me thrills

I want to write words of love
But then my fingers seem numb
I could decide then to try get drunk
And draw my heart upon your world