I need a Poetess to steal my heart,
In the depths of the dark, night air;
That carries her cries, near and far…
I see before me,
An angel of my forever heart.
Her words shall guide me towards her heart
And in the depths of the dark;
I shall let her take my huge heart.
For I have no need of it to live, when I am with her.
She keeps me alive, with her Heavenly words.
Words of trust and promises of faithfulness;
These are the charms of The Poetess.
For she could be trusted to speak from the soul.
I could once more stupidly believe her promises to never go.
So I write you a poem from the bottom of my soul;
You words are worth loving;
My Magnanimous Noun.
