I Love the Way

I love Sydney, and Marlow, And often I borrow Their words to express how I feel. I love poems of mystery, Fantasy, history, Oh what seductive appeal. At night, alone in my bedroom, Satisfying my need. The candlelight fire ignites my desire, To read Oh, every time I hear a perfect rhyme I get all tingly Because I know, That to find a perfect rhyme is not an easy, thingly. I love places that words let me go I love the way that your words move me so No words have touched me the way that yours do And I love... you are really doing something to me mister poetry man Oh forgive me, I never get to discuss poems in this way Oh it's okay, I just never knew that poetry could affect someone the way it affects me Me neither It's the end all, the be all. Oh, you ought a see all the books that I have on my shelf Me too I find pleasure perusing those writings And musing so often I pleasure myself Wait, that didn't sound right No, I know what you mean When I'm deep in the throes of impassionate prose, I could scream You scream? Yeah So do I! Ahh Oh, I love a lilting line of lyrical alliteration. Who doesn't love alliteration? And then I'm like well, When the phrases come together like a consummation It's sweet elation I love the places that words let me go, I love the way that your words move me so I love, that you feel, the same way I do And I love, You know that I love, You know that I love, Me too!