I love the Words,
That speak to me,
Like a caressing melody,
For I can hear their symphony,
A quick rhyme here,
A sonic flare,
And then there's lightning,
Everywhere.
My beating heart,
Begins to dance,
I write as if,
I'm in a trance,
I see the World,
Now, at one glance,
And feel the joy,
Of true Romance.
Mysterious words,
That talk to me,
And make me feel,
Such Ecstasy,
You are my World,
My fantasy,
The promised land,
Of Poetry.
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It's an absolute beauty that words fail to describe. Only a 10/10 can somehow say that, perhaps. ' A quick rhyme here, A sonic flare, And then there's lightning, Everywhere.' So beautiful and metaphorical! 'Mysterious words, That talk to me, And make me feel, Such Ecstasy, You are my World, My fantasy, The promised land, Of Poetry.' Ah, so nice! Thanks.