in riddles and rhymes
i practice my craft,
from the final copy,
to the very first draft.

a spark, an idea,
love for a person or thing.
writing it is the pleasure,
reading is just a fling.

if i'm sad the sky is dark,
but happy if rain pours down.
i'd be glad to get wet,
and i'd even be happy to drown.

so won't you love me?
if i love you in return?
of course not, silly -
love is something you earn.