24 April 2012
I have a poem dancing in my mind, It tickles all over to make me twitch. I form appearing words into rhyme, And sew a fabric by its loving stitch. Confidence diligently leads the blind, To sight my heart pump a perfect pitch. My realisation cannot surprise to find, You tingle touched by my fingertips. I yearn to desire, yet ever so divine, Thoughts, perhaps fantasy, even tricks. A wish for clarity, a definitive sign, To celebrate endless love on your lips.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved
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