A tender poets locution, Captivating my soul with sorrow remark. Has saved myself from drowning isolation And through our words, becomes a spark.
With sound be in stitches Your eyes deep enrapture, My soul is at home With your infectious laughter.
Relief from my affliction, Wonderful illusion finds me vulnerable. I find peace in your reflection This sensation; overwhelmingly desirable
But Iβm not the muse behind your art Youβre poetic love rests not with me By the end of this night weβll continue apart Just like weβre wistfully fated to be.