Poetry: Past and Present

I used to think poetry was fancy words and rhymes
That they had no true meaning-
That they were just plain words.
I read and read the same poem over,
I liked their sound, Their special feel,
Yet i was deceived
By what those words concealed,
I didn't despise it,
I just didn't understand.

Now i know the secret,
The words have power and meaning,
How could i not have realized before-
That poems are feelings in words?
I adore the art,
The art of poetry,
I read and write
The poems that describe and
The poems that hide secrets,
I still love their sound and their special feel,
I've learned that a poem's meaning
Can change overtime-
Like a child growing and learning.