Another trip

Down that road

Of birds that sing

And bells that ring

Hearts a flutter

Words to stutter

Stranger tunes

On vibes renewed

Catches and sniffs

Guitar riffs

That crooked smile

Words that rhyme

Eyes that spark

Singing larks

Uh oh here we go

Midnight chats

Screaming cats

Hair on end

Hearts that blend

No I won’t

Allow the rope

To tie it’s knot

Across my heart

Been there before

What a laugh

So heed my thoughts

No stories bought

This thing called love

This singing Dove

There’s only one

He’s number one

When I’m confused

He is my Muse

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