Words play funny on my tongue as I think and roll them out
Dancing on the lips, I confess
Confessions, sweet confessions of mine
Pay heed, and carry a message to the sky
Its a new found love, I know not how to hold it in
Breathing in the essence, I grapple with the object of my affections
Like Shakespeare, do I line up the sonnets?
Praise the cheek, the texture of the skin
Or like Webster, I make love to violence on stage?
Gain pleasure in others’ pain?
My romance is with words, rolling down the tongue
Hoping to call, my one true love, to me.