making rainbows out of stars

boredom beckons when i will write

unless i write of your delights

as long as i am where you are

i’m making rainbows out of stars

 

searching for songs i sing along

where love is right and never wrong

heart aflutter, always stutter

poetry is where i utter

 

eloquence of magnificence

where all your beauty is condensed

into words scribbled on pages

calling you the war that wages

 

between my heart and all my art

when really all i want to start:

my love for you is all you see

till all you do is cling to me

 

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