What is Poetry?

It’s an honor to lose my heart; and such, my life. You dance With such grace, a cultured star. I cry to love such a woman. But disdain, fractures glass; and contempt, ruptures soul. How to swim, the deepest blue; and how to drown, a purple Sea. But still, I gaze beauty, so dissolute. Thus the death—For love—so blurry; and thus the ache, for life—so cruel.