You’re the muse within my poetic heart
Drawn together, as syllables mingle
Within me my love, you make me tingle
Every sonnet we write a work of art.
We are completed by our every verse
Our rhythmic heartbeats rhythm as one
And finding one another, a home-run
Always I’ll love you, for better or worse.
Poetically drawn to you, my sweet love
Weaving tender words of love, together
And for me my love there’s not another
Whimsical lyrics, love soars like a dove.
Scribbling tender love, full of feeling
Moving metaphors with passion reeling.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
You’re the muse within my poetic heart
Drawn together, as syllables mingle
Within me my love, you make me tingle
Every sonnet we write a work of art.
We are completed by our every verse
Our rhythmic heartbeats rhythm as one
And finding one another, a home-run
Always I’ll love you, for better or worse.
Poetically drawn to you, my sweet love
Weaving tender words of love, together
And for me my love there’s not another
Whimsical lyrics, love soars like a dove.
Scribbling tender love, full of feeling
Moving metaphors with passion reeling.
