A
Rose could cure my posion lips but you already did.
cold fingers to the slightest touch but a single brush and I come to warming grips.
you make me happy your the anchor to my ship.
I set sail to a ocean,  where there's only you to see.
Cos everything else fail to catch my attention except the thought of you and me.
See its truthfully the beauty in your eyes I see.
were I find myself happy in a place where my days are now problem free,
see your my solved for Z.
Life is a math problems  and you went thru an X don't ask Y
I'm just an added equation 4U 2 = less
than 3.
<3

Poetry is words that can't often be spoken but left in a book till one day someone on your page.

Its funny how you landed on mine.
And in time we will see were this goes, all I know is I'm enjoyin the time.


By Linguist Musician