What say you become the subject of my poems
and in detail of my mind hear its uncensored messages
There is no truer words than what you'll find here my Dulcinea
No door, no window, no passage of old
more accurate and real than these words on paper
Blankly I write for you
Letting my pen dance to the vibration of your universe
tapping with alien music that I failed to escape from
I know the consequence
I know the debts
Powerfully you have captured me
as if by attraction you forced the universe
to cast your spell
leaving me drunk with you in my thoughts
with places once fine on my own
now seeking the companionship you provide
My Dulcinea
If you would allow me to write for you
let these silent words of mine be known to you
let those same words enter you from the heart
before all places blessing me with your embrace
I will make the world envy you
provide you the romance women
from all works of life sought
Dance with you under the finite light of the stars above
singing the ballad of my soul
that it may cease to torment me in silence
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
What say you become the subject of my poems
and in detail of my mind hear its uncensored messages
There is no truer words than what you'll find here my Dulcinea
No door, no window, no passage of old
more accurate and real than these words on paper
Blankly I write for you
Letting my pen dance to the vibration of your universe
tapping with alien music that I failed to escape from
I know the consequence
I know the debts
Powerfully you have captured me
as if by attraction you forced the universe
to cast your spell
leaving me drunk with you in my thoughts
with places once fine on my own
now seeking the companionship you provide
My Dulcinea
If you would allow me to write for you
let these silent words of mine be known to you
let those same words enter you from the heart
before all places blessing me with your embrace
I will make the world envy you
provide you the romance women
from all works of life sought
Dance with you under the finite light of the stars above
singing the ballad of my soul
that it may cease to torment me in silence
