She Speaks In Rhymes

Quill by pen within my lovers hand
I hope to find and understand
The wisdom of her master plan

She speaks in rhymes, riddled with tongues
I hear the sound within her lungs

And breathe her essence beside the flame
I know her now by no other name
Within this place we are the same

While we listen to the sounds of rain
And warm ourselves beside the flame

Might I speak and utter words
That I feel and she has seldom heard
Within her arms there are no words
That describes her love and what I've heard

My heart seems to sore and my spirit takes flight
Beside the flame in candle light

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