I sat alone in silence, needing no one else,
Just a deep look into my imagination,
At one with my craft, my lowly self,
Describing darkness with colorful animation.
Now, my dictionary is dusty and distressed,
My thesaurus snuck to a book shelf to hide,
My computer seems lonely and depressed,
Has my poetry commited suicide?
Many a novel idea have I forgotten
While trapped in your beautiful blue eyes,
Many a unique inspiration, now rotten,
While entranced under moonlit skies.
Was I unknowingly struck by lightning?
Did someone slip me an ancient love potion?
I would have missed the lost hours of writing,
If not for kissing with such captivating devotion.
Letters have lept from my frozen fingertips,
Your heartbeat chased away every rhyme,
Words of passion would rather sound from my lips
Than ever become the words of a love poem of mine.
Written 2010 © Mark L. Berryann
so very romantic!! Great ! I like~~~~