To tell a story is my passion, here.
And although it is a new craft for me,
I feel as though there is nothing to fear,
as passion is a story that I bleed.
I rhyme these words in pairs, like turtle doves.
They flow through somber veins of mine, they do.
Through winded soul, and winded hope, I love.
My words cannot express such love for you.
The love of words, I sing so deeply, now.
A melody in each rhythm, I strum.
Tugging on my heartstrings, I hear its sound.
My heart shall go ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.