Teach me how to write,
The colour of my pen is white,
My strong arm is right,
My writing pad is white.
My veins become the pen,
The blood the ink,
The heart the writing pad,
The heart beat the writings.
Each second it beats a poem,
A love poem unseen,
The one of purity not sin,
My words would direct a romantic scene.
Whenever I say I love you,
Its always my first words of the poem,
The last stanza would be us looking at our generation from the heavens,
Together forever as with you am already taken.
My love for you is deep down here,
Maybe if you put your ear on my chest you’ll hear,
The beats of the growing love near,
Listen close and be my dear.
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