My friends the words come
second to none,
With those whom I play, to
merely have fun,
Playing with people can
leave one feeling cold,
With their teasing,
mocking & cruelty so bold.
Lovers ignore the quiet
subtleties of wooing,
Those one trusts, are so
swift to go shooing,
Words can make love in
just the right places,
Filling the loneliness
& grey empty spaces.
Within words I go
dancing, one step at a time,
Waltzing in small letters,
& songs of sweet rhyme,
Dreaming with words &
with all that is written,
With words I am friend &
in their love, I am smitten.
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