God spoke to me in the morning, afternoon and evening. I was at work, and He dropped poetry in my spirit. He was speaking my love language in the depths of my heart, my soul, and my mind. Whenever I was upset, sad or feeling lonely, He dropped poetry in my spirit. When I had experienced heartaches and/or was confused, God dropped poetry in my Spirit. God was always speaking to me in my love language, and I loved and still love it as it keeps us connected, Spirit to Spirit.