No Other So Classy Poem by Chuy Amante

Not to me at all surprising
Often the Moon or bright Sun rising

Offering lines of insightful verse
Throwing out there a loverly thirst
High perspective in the clouds
Ever soft spoken, never loud
Resoundingly simple, a sweet proud

Softness too pure to ever hurt
Offering godly presence, not a spurt

Can man possibly ever not inflict pain
Loving wholly, doubtful, no self disdain
Alternating current is the Universal way
Some times coming and then going away
Syncopating rhythm felt to the core
Yes I feel it, hard to ignore