poet divine come and whisper to me
the words that were meant to free,
this tortured soul from chains that bound,
its hollow heart left forgotten.
let the words you conjure speak the truth,
let their magic work, make them true,
these chains that bound and chafe
scarred surface, heal them now.
poet lay your words against this skin,
let them penetrate deep within,
cure the poison left by honeyed tongue,
that is slowly killing this soul of mine.
poet come for i am waiting,
hear my plight, give me your mercy,
unravel these chains that tighten,
drawing blood, draining life,
say the words and seal them in a kiss,
return to me my lost heart and soul.
I fell in love with the idea of love, and it was just a sad thing to feel.
For I once hoped for a knight in armor white,
to come and sweep me off my feet.
Or perhaps someone who’ll serenade me
as the stars in the night sky shine bright.
Or a poet who will woo me with words,
reciting poems about love to melt my heart.
Or someone I can call my Romeo,
who will fight for me to the bitter end.
But all these were not real, just made up stories for kids to read.
I was disillusioned at first but that’s okay,
my reality was far better than these fairy tales.
For I found someone who is not a knight in armor white,
but managed to sweep me off my feet.
He doesn’t serenade me only when the stars are out at night,
but he sings to me sweet songs all day long.
He doesn’t recite verses of love to melt my heart,
but he woos me with his own words enough to make
me swoon completely.
He isn’t a Romeo who died in the end,
but he’s the perfect lover nonetheless.
All I know is that love in real life is so much better
than those I found in my childhood stories.
A love like this shouldn’t end just like in books,
but should last for a lifetime with just me and you.
-The Elusive Scribe 080313-
Poet come hither and let me hear,
the words that flow from your mouth to my ear.
Let me be your muse for the night,
and I will gladly pay you for this delight,
for the verses that flow from your mind,
are like honeyed nectar without kind.
Poet come nearer and whisper to me,
the verses you’ve written for my eyes to see.
I’ll touch them with love and reverence,
for they bring me comfort with such benevolence.
You see I crave for the passion derived from thee,
when you speak in stanzas on love so free.