Caught in tuneless whispers
Bringing unconscious pleasures
Carried on, for many a mile
Sung on, with a smile
Always on your lips
Causing little tongue slips
Alive forever in your heart
Written by Beethoven or Mozart
A little melody
Or a glorious symphony
A play of your breath
From birth to my death
There is nothing more that I want
If I'm a tune that can haunt...
Oh how I would love to belong
In your memory as a song.
REALLY?
4 weeks ago
2 comments:
brilliant honey! you only ought to write rhyming stuff; you've got pure genius for it! i'd never be able to rhyme so much even if i sold my soul to the devil; same goes for the 'quirky poem' love you :D
n u can rhyme!!! one more reason to luv u....i luv anythin tht can rhyme...
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