Poetry When I Think Of You


When I talk about love
It morphs into poetry
Automatically
Bring a rose and chocolate
Leave the prose at home
Where it belongs
Bring a bottle of wine 
And a few love songs

I think about you
In the language of poetry
A dialect of love
Innately
Poetry when I dream of you
Automatically
Poetry when I see you

Poetry When I Think Of You.

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