How do they write songs about ones they love?
And so easily weave silken sonnets of verse?
Now I try too to fit, in
Arbitrary numbers which seem
To repel magnetically.

Conjuring syllables frantically,
Clutching tangents desperately,
Crafting imagery blindly.

Regardless of intuition, I know not.
Yet want it to slide into place - eventually -
But, before it's too late.