Words haunt my imaginative mind
inks jotted, whispers are in my soul I have find,
from the dim light of candle's burning that gleamed on my face
found courage to write than typing it on keyboard's surface.
As the music filled the air
like your voice echoed in my ears,
amazingly, thoughts comes rushing
as if no need to have someone do the pushing!
One...two..three...more than ten,
I have written my thoughts but no endings
letters I mean to send in this Valentines' giving
yet I haven't have the words yet to end what is written.
My first lOveletter ever made
why I can't have the will to finish it?
Why I can't put an exact ending,
is it because I don't want an ending of this wonderful feeling?
It's easy to write, yes, it's true
this poem I made in less than a few,
but writing how I feel for you
seems unending, oh, what will I do?
(Ha ha! Brownouts made me do this letters but no ending really...Hmn...I hope I can do one. Happy valentines!)
Inner Whispers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loveletters-chilling-whispers/
