As she laid in her bed with pen and paper, she closed her weary eyes. Writer's block, the worse enemy to even the worse of writers, was slowly creeping up on her. Trying to avoid her foe, she crawled deep into her creative soul. Butterflies and sunshine oozed out of her. She dug deeper than that. She stopped in this valley full of flowers and trees and saw her lover. Tall and with his deep brown eyes, he stared intimately at her. His eyes telling stories of pain, but having so much more to give. He reached out is strong hand and took her small fragile hand and pulled her close. He wrapped his big muscular arms around her. Showing her it was safe. She set her diamond studded ear on his left breast. His heart beat played the same melody as hers. He whispered the three big words. Having heard them before, but from him it was like a new song sung from another world. "I love you". He placed is juicy lips on her soft lips and they shared a kiss full of passion, love, and truth.
She opened her eyes. She grabbed her pen and paper, went to her desk, sat down, and began to pour her heart out. Her inspiration? The guy who told her she could do anything. The guy who told her he would never leave. The guy laying in her bed sleep peacefully. Dreaming sweet, romantic dreams. At least she hoped...
A poem written out of writer's block