WHEN WORDS COME WOOING:

When words come wooing, with their seductive cooing,

They shall make their old stand & I´ll take their soft hands,

Then we´ll start to dance & over new pages we´ll prance,

To sweet melodies of soul, those, that makes us all whole,

To music that beckons & calls, we´ll dance down white halls,

We shall waltz out in style & in verse, we shall tarry awhile,

We shall flaunt in hot tango & shall quaff wine of gold mango,

We´ll ever clasp in tight cinch & in deep kiss, we shall clinch,

Knowing, that by being so bold, our sweet love story is told,

Words, rolled around tongues, rhymed, written & then sung,

Toyed with & with fun, played, scribbled, scribed & displayed,

Some blatant & erotic, while others being, downright exotic,

Some make us happy or sad, others, just cross & plain mad,

Upon flight of bright birds, I´m wooed, by seduction of words.