I seduce Words. I play un-lame game,
I make Words spread themselves across every page;
assuage Word’s worry with a broad smile for miles;
I’ll sit and talk with Words for a while.
Say sexy things and get Words all riled,
corral Words with punctuation and style,
file Words away for a day then return,
I make Words for me yearn:
Words every chance to be turned,
Words both created and learned.
Words mixed up by grenadine and gallantry;
this love isn’t fallacy,
It’s not foolish, it’s fortunate:
the world’s a better place since Words were brought into it.
But let’s get intimate.
Words will be with me until the day that I die.
I’m being completely honest, to Words I can’t lie:
see to me, Words are the prize,
they’re the twinkle in eyes,
Words make see a better man to ascribe;
Words are my drive and the reason I live;
Words keep me from being glib;
Words are stunning in nothing more than a slip;
Words caress and kiss my lips.
See, to me, Words are a love affair,
and that’s why I write.
Words keep me up at night
and give me true light.