A poet's love is so divine
It is forever remembered in pretty lines
Each passionate kiss a letter in a sentence
That has become part of the masterpiece that we call life
We write about it all the time
The sun and the moon and the way stars collide
And shipwrecks that got swallowed up by the tide
And the imaginative way we turn relationships into raging storms
Every move we make is another poem born
From my loneliness and my love and my heart and my mind
You became ink and I wrote pretty lines.