Rhyme

There is a poet I love
Not Neruda, not Millay
This one is closer home.
And he finds no strain in rhyme.
Given a little practice and time
He says, anyone can rhyme.
Well, you can see I've been trying
But I cannot help sounding a little forced
Too obvious, too divorced
From what I really want to say
Simply because of the way
In which I wish to say it.