Inspiration


Inspiration;

I wrestle with my
thoughts all day,
on what to write
and what to say.

I sit and look
up to the skies,
with open mind
and wonder why.

Waiting for
ideas that roam,
to inspire me
and write a poem.

But then I see
your lovely face,
and all my thoughts
begin to race.

One by one
words speak to me,
through my soul
and heart they beat.

They help me write
about our love,
they help me write
of stars above.

They help me write
of moon so bright,
they help me write
of you midnight.

They help me write
of hot desire,
they help me write
of passions fire.

They help me write
of tears you cry,
they help me write
the truth not lies.

Now my thoughts
are back and free,
for it is you
who inspires me.~RF

R.Ferrer
2/2012

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