A poem is nothing but words… 
Words from the heart, 
The words that play in your head over and over again. 
When tears roll down your eyes, the poems play in your head and 
fall down with the tears. 
When you sing, poetry flows with the sound of your voice. 
When you dance, poetry moves with the rhythm of your step and 
the sway of your hair; 
Poetry grows with your walk. 
When you lose, poetry plays over and over again until life ends.