Poetry needs help from others;
It always gets help from others,
The beauty of the poet, her voice,
Her poem which praises you, badly,
Though badly wasn’t her choice.
She has a pleasant voice
And praise shouldn’t be judged.
There is love, and love is best when it comes with praise.
Praise feels infinite. Praise lives in good and bad days.
You feel good. Then poetry has all it needs.
Flowers which face faces. Words on the page which point to deeds.