The format only a poet could love... the sonnet.

Unstructured words may flow in pleasing ways
and catch one's ear to linger on a thought.
But fleeting feelings won't survive the days
when troubles would conspire an evil plot.

For brevity cannot fully convey
what Spirit needs to reinforce its stock.
And in the end, trite thoughts just drift away
like seaweed come un-anchored from its rock. 

Now, words in proper form will live much longer
like Romeo's lament to Juliet.
And heart will long remember and grow stronger
held up by sturdy expectations met. 
So keep alive the poets ancient art,
and let a sonnet tell what's in your heart.

The End

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