I want to write you flowery words;
Want to serenade you with sentences
So sweet that bees would be envious.
Want to overpower you with the scent of rhymes
That rivals the largest bunch of roses I can find.
I want to tickle you with my tongue –
Or rather, my voice –
As my choice of words brings joy
And makes you laugh.
The path to your heart is through your ears;
I steer around the curves with skill,
Still looking for the end of the road.
My final destination- your soul.
I want to park my words inside you
And take up residence.
Want to express confidence that
What I say will open the door
So I will be let in
And I will be stepping over your threshold
And we will be together
As I come in from the lonely cold.