Was it the room full of words
I was lost within
Where you first spied me
Between the sonnets and the free verse
When I spun a yarn of fairies
Or was it one of my many tales of fancy.
Your tender approach so apprehensive
You claimed you were intimidated
Thinking my words contained substance
But were really just me being me
Pretentious at times, erudite at others
Playing with words random ideas.
When you spoke I took notice
I turned from my within gaze
Looked out and saw compassion.
Reaching out to so many
I stood in awe; your words seeped into me
I stated my admiration
You had an audience who needed you
I wrote for all and any idle enough to read.
But when your words flowed my way
I listened, spellbound,
I found in time I am addicted to you
I can’t get enough of you being you,
Each day, your words melt my heart.
Written for: https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/03/16/hump-day-poetry-week-6/
Morpethroad 
I truely love this Michael,mwell done my friend. 💙
Thank you Jen, glad you think so.
My iPad loves putting ‘m’s’ where not required….
Gives it a bit of mphfft
Sounds like a beautiful addiction 🙂
Thank you manz I happy you think so. It works for me..
Now I think I stole your m.
Thank you Jen,
OMGoodness this is gorgeous, Michael! I am in awe!
Thank you Lori, so pleased I can contribute…
My pleasure, Michael… so I am 🙂
simply …. lovely 🙂
Thank you Pat, glad you thought so. Have a great day…
thank you – and you be well too 🙂