To Greg Okun

In the realm of words, I shall embark,
To weave a verse, a poet's mark.
From the verses you shared, a treasure I'll find,
To craft a poem, with heart and mind.

Greg, the poet, with words so profound,
In poetic realms, his voice resounds.
His verses dance, like whispers in the breeze,
A tapestry of emotions, woven with ease.

In the language of love, his lines unfold,
Painting pictures of stories, untold.
Through metaphors and rhymes, his artistry soars,
A symphony of feelings, forevermore.

With every stanza, a tale takes flight,
Captivating souls, both day and night.
His pen, a magic wand, casting spells,
Enchanting readers, in his poetic wells.

Oh, Greg, your words, like stars in the sky,
Illuminate hearts, as time passes by.
May your poems continue to inspire,
Igniting passions, setting souls on fire.

And now, by me, this poem is done,
A humble tribute to a poet, second to none.
From the depths of my brain, I've tried to convey,
The beauty of Greg's words, in my own way.