Your poems do peek,
Just like every strap that peeps out of your dress.
Your poems are your voice,
Through them, you ensure that your feelings and thoughts hoist.
Precious pieces of your imagination,
These poems are your possessions.
Poems are the pith of your activity,
You beautifully dress up all your actions with words.
It is not you who create the poems,
But your poems do create you.
Take pride in every poem you write,
And never add a price tag to your poems, just to fit.
Your poetry is your nurtured offspring,
Let it beam and endow it with the insightful wings.