I Love the Way

I love Sydney, and Marlow,

And often I borrow

Their words to express how I feel.

I love poems of mystery,

Fantasy, history,

Oh what seductive appeal.

At night, alone in my bedroom,

Satisfying my need.

The candlelight fire ignites my desire,

To read

Oh, every time I hear a perfect rhyme I get all tingly

Because I know,

That to find a perfect rhyme is not an easy, thingly.

I love places that words let me go

I love the way that your words move me so

No words have touched me the way that yours do

And I love... you are really doing something to me mister poetry man

Oh forgive me, I never get to discuss poems in this way

Oh it's okay,

I just never knew that poetry could affect someone the way it affects me

Me neither

It's the end all, the be all.

Oh, you ought a see all the books that I have on my shelf

Me too

I find pleasure perusing those writings

And musing so often I pleasure myself

Wait, that didn't sound right

No, I know what you mean

When I'm deep in the throes of impassionate prose,

I could scream

You scream?

Yeah

So do I! Ahh

Oh, I love a lilting line of lyrical alliteration.

Who doesn't love alliteration?

And then I'm like well,

When the phrases come together like a consummation

It's sweet elation

I love the places that words let me go,

I love the way that your words move me so

I love, that you feel, the same way I do

And I love,

You know that I love,

You know that I love,

Me too!