I'm a poet and didn't know it..

I've never considered myself a poet by any means. I've never really enjoyed reading poetry, and I've often been too picky to write poetry of my own.

However.

This semester I took Writing and Publishing Poetry. The class was not required in my major or specialization studies, but I thought I'd give it a try...trying to be well-rounded.

I hated this class. Absolutely hated it. I had to dig deep and write poetry that I didn't want to write. I had to search the little corners of my heart for poetry that would touch others. See, I'm not a halfway kinda girl. I put my heart and soul into everything I do...especially my writing. So really digging for poetry was, well, a little painful.

So this blog is my latest poem. It's a sestina. If you don't know what that is, google it after you read it...the definition ruins the poem if read first.

Enjoy! :)

Love is not a Tear

Twirling my hair through my fingers,

I blush, ashamed of my thoughts:

the sincerity I had seen in another's eyes

was undeniable as he spoke about the love

he could not escape. His tears

glistened, and the warmth from his hand

left a burn on my hand,

a sting that traveled to my fingers

as tears

overflowed. Gaining control of my thoughts,

I refocus on the love

you are speaking with your eyes.

Your blue eyes

hold mine as delicately as the touch of your hand

to my face. I never knew of love

felt through tender fingers

caressing my cheek. The thought

of my heart again tearing

open, making room for another, brought tears

to my eyes.

But you changed my thoughts

by simply keeping your hands

in check, sensitive to burns from careless fingers

of others. Your love

is unlike any other love.

As tears

stream down my cheeks, your fingers

sweep them away; your soft eyes

give me a present: handing

me your heart, trusting your thoughts

to take the place of my thoughts

of twisted and torn love.

My hands

shake as I tear

away from your embrace, avoiding your eyes,

escaping your tender fingers.

You take my hand, weave together our fingers,

as my eyes expose my thoughts:

please do not tear our love.