I Am in Love with Poetry

I'm in love with poetry and its beauty.
Immortal is the word of the true poet
And along with Keats I believe it's my duty
To infuse beauty and truth into every sonnet.

But I can tell whenever the agile, fine
Pen of the poet starts deviating
Even slightly from the straight line,
As well as when his sharp knife in creating
'
Cuts deep and blood overflows the site
Of a well crafted stanza. Oh, then, how his chest
Will swell--poetic truth must excite
Like the ripe beauty of a woman's breast.

But when the soft lies start to flow -
Lies that sound so sweet and fair,
I send them flying out the window
To mingle with the dust in the air.