How oft’ have I sworn my heart free of thy
Sway, only to dedicate another
Lyric in praise of hair, skin, nose, or eyes?
Indeed, such passion is hard to smother
When the midnight voice whisp’ring in my ear
Is always yours – a muse won’t be ignored.
Although I have lacked thy presence for years,
Mem’ry sustains the tempest in my core.
Lady, you have birthed ten thousand verses;
Every word a razor’s blade that cuts
While I fight ‘gainst myself – this art versus
Sanity. Obsessed? Admittedly. But,
What sweeter song could I write than to penThy name forever, over and again?