(If Only …)
I ply you with the romance game,
a game I love to play,
and something that appeals to you
in every single way.
I smatter you with phone calls
just to hear your sound,
and whisper nothings in your ear
where words of love abound.
I send you cards and letters there
quoting words professed,
poetic nuance Hallmark style,
I care to send the very best.
I have flowers delivered to your house,
roses by the score,
floral fragrance fills your senses,
always wanting more.
I give you gifts without a cause
baubles by the bag,
anything to give you pause,
you’ll know without a tag.
I offer all the things I can,
my love remains devout,
I’ll try and keep you satisfied,
if only the Viagra holds out.
Our passions define us. The things that move our souls and puts us in sync with the universe lives within. Music can be the ultimate expression of my heart. But my lyrics give my songs a voice; this melodic poetry of my life. I am driven by the rhymes and rhythms that are the underlying score of my existence. This site will highlight my original poetry and short fiction, as well as my music; the stirrings of my soul that have been long hidden. My observations through the eyes of a poet's heart.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I’LL KEEP YOU SATISFIED
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Day 12 NovChapChall,
If Only...,
Poetic Asides,
Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry
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LOL! This can't be you! We almost share a birthday and I'M not that old...
ReplyDeleteNope, not me. Just having some fun to make a point.
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