For the reader

I feel when I write, the reader analyze I can come up with the most exquisite thought without realizing it’s potential Then read over again and ponder on The reader How would you know my point? through your eyes For if more than one pages through my words It might mean a total opposite Do not haste analyzing my thoughts And when you do ask yourself Are you reading mine or your own? In the end of this verse all that matters is not my intention For my intention is my own If you can sum up these words and walk away with something The most superb thought Realizing it’s potential, For you to ponder on Make it yours your point, through your eyes You are the reader of my words Ilse