By B.K. Date: 2002 Apr 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.10.23.07.16598]] |
You live on the tip of my tongue At the point of my pen You push your way into The ink with words Forcing me to describe These feelings Yearnings Surrendering Helplessly To the emotions of this Grand Opera This serenade This twelve string sway This in and out devotion That turns logic Into butterflies Love beads Daisy chains And moonstones That all sing Love me do But then, you know I love you! ©bk2002 |