I like poetry. I'm no expert in it, but I appreciate it. If you think you don't appreciate poetry, just try this: pour yourself a glass of wine, settle down on the sofa, and perform dramatic poetry readings to your cat or any other audience you can gather. Forever after, unless you lack a soul or a sense of humor, you will enjoy poetry.
I just discovered this poem. It was first published several years ago by one of my favorite authors, and today I've decided to reproduce it here:
Dark Sonnet (or Sonnet)
I don't think that I've been in love as such,
Although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
For brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands
And men have followed women into Hell.
In plays and poems someone understands
There's something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands...
For me, love's like the wind, unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it's been,
I know that it leaves wreckage where it's blown.
I really don't know what "I love you" means.
I think it means "Don't leave me here alone."