Poetry Girl

(Eric Benét/Osunlade)





Sing to me...





She was a poetry girl I adored

Late at night I'd hear songs from her window

Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door

And they lingered on





As her fingers caressed her guitar

Felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming

With her words we made love from afar

As she sang her song





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They were songs of change, joy and pain

All the love she made

Like she took the words from

Every dream I've known, every love outgrown

Singing on and on, like she took the words from my heart





And to the poetry girl down the hall

Late at night I would answer her calling

Like the lyrics from one of her songs

She made love to me





Now our bodies and souls intertwined

On the wings of passion we were soaring

Then by the flickering candle at night

She would sing to me





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Love is often unkind when we fall

For now my poetess sings to another

But when I think of those nights down the hall

From somewhere deep inside





I sing songs of change, joy and pain

All the love I've made, I take the words from

Every dream I've known, every love outgrown

Singing on and on, and I take the words from my heart





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