Her Name is…
Her name is Cupid.
Her name is a Dream.
Her name writes stories.
Her name creates themes.

Venus, Calypso.
Luna, a ******.

Peace, and serenity.
Joy is infinity.

She is romance.
She shines love.
She’s everything. Perfection.
She’s kisses and hugs.
She’s slow dances.
She’s back rubs.
She holds hands.
She’s that love.

She’s been there.
I’ve done it.
The Bell, it tolls.
Yet my heart, she’s won it.

I want her, wildly.
In a weird way.
To hold you my love.
In my soul, you make my day.

You posses me.
You arrest me,
With one single kiss
You interest me.

If it’s a seizure, fine.
I’ll shake and shiver.
If you want my tears.
For Julie, I’ll cry you a river.
Let these hands caress you.
I won’t let you go.
I’ll show you I love you.
In whatever way just let me know.

So I can’t show her the world,
Or what fame is.
And I maybe a simple poet.
Who can’t show her what the game is.
But she knows my heart.
And what my aim is.
And yet where is she?
I don’t what your name is.