U The Grateful Poet

Oh, my lips could never tell
what my written word dispels.

For with my head, my tongue does think;
Heart controls the pen and ink.

And there, emotions overflow in a
place my voice durst not go.

Thoughts too deep to ere be spoke,
from joyous mem'ries or a heart once broke.

It frees my innermost soul again, bringing
life to a simple parchment and pen.

Oh, my lips could never tell
what my written word dispels.