IN POETRY

I loved the fight, in poetry first 
The freedom word by word, in poetry 
Line by line I loved to live 
So I loved anger and bliss... 
Your bright days, 
My optimistic friends, 
All, all in poetry. 
Whatever I've lost... 
Everything I've found, in poetry.
Is it our love only, 
That precedes rhyme, 
There's also exile, 
And imprisonment as well.