Golden words on silver tongues that eloquence holds to ear
Written pen in writing dye, a cursive light to hear
singing speak that brightens sound as a starlit sky
Echoing hearts that sway the mind, a voice too strong or too shy
Myriad song of whispered secrets twists my heart in gordian knots
Laughing sound of mocking pains burns my soul unbearably hot
The cunning call of words on pages, bellowing deep within
Enchanted my mind and enslaved my soul to all the love therein
***
The Beauty of Language is truly unmatched; nothing greater moves me
I learn to love and learn to love learning; it's magical, don't you see?
For a perfect word, for a perfect sentence, I'd kiss the page readily
Love my words, love my poems, and if you dare, then try to love me.