Every word,
I hear,
Every day,
Is subsumed,
By a complete,
And consummate

For you.

Is that wrong?

Is it wrong,
That my moment,

My day,

My life,

Revolve around

Are put to music
By you?

Even my heartbeat
Is a rhythm
Moving my mind
To dance
With your spirit.

You can’t stop it…
Nor do I want you to,

But know that
It is your essence,
Your beauty,
Your sensuality,
That sing your song…

That sing
To my heart…

That is the melody,
That makes me…

Makes me whole,

Makes me love you,
All the more.

Your love…

The perfect song,

Your lyric.



© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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