Melody
A never-ending melody is playing in my mind, the quintessential poem, yet without a single rhyme, a sonnet for eternity containing not a word, a lyric never spoken for a ballad never heard. I write a single verse a day my heart in every line, a tapestry of ecstasy my love for you entwined. My silent heart composes verse to apprehension’s themes. I write for you a song of love … but only in my dreams. ~ Dean Neighbors ~ |
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