A Poetic Tale - Poem by Robert Kallend
What exactly do my words entail?
so listen carefully to my poetic tale.
You count my words one, two, three,
And realize I wrote this poem for thee.
Your eyes so bright that brilliant blue,
I finally understand why I fell for you.
My heart it sores like a bird in the sky,
Whenever you're around I feel I could fly.
I say what I mean and I mean what I say,
Whether on a cold Winter's night or a brisk Summer's day.
Silence is golden and ignorance bliss,
But all I ever wanted was a true good night's kiss.
You question this poetic style and tell me it's lazy,
But when you're around my heart beats like crazy.
When is the time to express how I feel?
Do I stand? Do I sit? Do I Jump? Do I kneel?
And now as I go to turn off the light,
Adieu mon cherie and to all a good night.
As I fall asleep and lie in my bed,
These words i'm saying run around in my head.
And that is the end of this poetic tale,
Now do you understand what my words they entail?
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