A funny thing happens when you fall in love, and it isn't always what you expect. |
You made my dreams come true, With your little lines of rhyme. Now I can’t be blue, As we work in perfect time. You are the dearest friend, I could ever hope to find. And so to you I rend, These thoughts here on my mind. I love you even deeper, Then the oceans and the sea. I found myself a keeper, That with me will always be. But you’ve ruined me as a poet, I cannot make a rhyme. And wouldn’t you just know it, I have even lost my time. My poetry has been dark, About pain and misery. I’d look around and HARK, For it’s all that I would see. I would talk about the pain, And the death of endless life. A world full of rain, And the pain of endless strife. The darkness running all around, As it screamed aloud in rage. Thinking things quite profound, As I put them on the page. But now my inspiration, Has all gone up in smoke. As with your loves salvation, On my words I start to choke. I try to write some simple words, To bring about the pain. But then I hear the singing birds, And hear my heart proclaim. “I love you more then life,” And I think that you know it. You took away my strife, And ruined me as a poet. |