The Romantic
You say that I am a romance
A romantic phrase a lover’s chance
A walk down memory lane
Roses sweet and dewy in summer rain
A dreamer a reveller
Incense of aromatic myrrh
Fluent in languages of the world
Of divine nature and word
A fiction that reads so well
A rhyme slipped into spell
Educated maybe, master storyteller
Lying in grass, I gaze at the passing weather
I pluck and spin and then weave
I am a spider, the web outside is in me
I am romance with many eyes
I am a kiss, a secret or lie
I have learned the way and woe
Of a lover loved and equally broken so
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I then turn my gaze, and look at you
Charming you think, how pleasant the smile
Eyes seductive and wise,
A romance, a lover’s chance
Subdued by the scent of my hands
This is your chance, to fall
There is another world, and I will show you
Of word and song, beauty in never-ending blue
I have written down the skies
With each revelation and guise
Spoken of endless stars
Written hymn to my deepest scars
There is something inside
A cage opened every midnight
And a bird, a raven of black plume
Is thus released into the night.
