Poetry they insist is about love,
love is what raises its words to the page.
To the young it’s about romantic love;
later, about themes more suited to age;
but through it all, at any given stage,
is emotion, the expression of love.
It has to be a poem is about love,
like a flame that rises when it is struck
so do words burn up, their fuel is love,
their trace is embers, their moment is luck
to fit and complete, nor to pass the buck
on what needs to be said - and this is love.
It may be Romeo, or Shakespeare in love,
or nature poets extolling its beauty
in words that are the expression of love;
or those fired by principle, in duty
find fulfilment, whose form is poetry,
whose necessity is the form of love.