Breathe, Beat, Rhyme, Repeat
You are a poem that breathes
Words living in lungs that heave
Hot breath across your lips
The bows of which comprise a sonnet
Your tongue a crimson harp
With never-ending verse upon it
Your skin is alight with a fever
Burning bright from the meter
That dances along
Every word and phrase
Composing the song
that sings in your brown eyes
You are a poem and I a paradox
You a ballad and I blank verse
It is only through you that I keep time
In the rhythm of your heart
There is hope I'll find my rhyme
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