Noisy Gong

I have  a heart, not a PhD's acumen---
I am a poet not a scholar,
For in my heart is the laude of Love.
I write an ode to every Prelude
That Desire and Philoi
Are the songs I sing...
Imbued in my tongue is the kiss of life.
It is apricot and apple; honey and tea,
I cannot write or constrain myself to reason
But must make my thoughts profound and lovely.
For I am not a noisy gong, trapped in passionless
Embers put out by the quenching of a spirit
Quaffed  by Academic vacuums.