The pen is the most powerful weapon If you donít write nothing will happen, But if you write you got to make sure That your thoughts are simple and pure, Expressing simply how you feel Shouldnít be a big ordeal, From a muse to such a passion Youíll be forever in true fashion.
I never felt any doubt And I feel the need to shout, Just to tell all of this world How my fingers get all twirled, the thrill running my spine With your vision so sublime, Itís a vision worth like gold Thoughts and views are uncontrolled, Cause this angel from above Fits my heart just like a glove.
Let me get you up to speed Your sweet face is all I need, Just to combat all the blues Filling me with all that muse, My words flow into a rhyme Like a river in its prime, Prompting me for something new Fresh and sweet like morning dew, Hoping you put up a grin And that you feel just like a queen, When you read out every line while your smile will surely shine.
once in a while a Miracle will occur leaving all baffled and in deep blur, one in a million is what it will be and all of the people would surely agree, the birth of an image with style of a star that can be observed from wide and afar, it would be the beacon shedding the light on all of the planet and its satellite, out of those people i feel that those rays shining above me are truly a blaze, I feel the warmth coming right on my face Coming directly from your outer space.
I tried to play some instrument But none of it was meant, All that blow and strumming Worked to some shortcoming, I tried my hand at sketching But my pen seemed not willing, So I turned to the writing Which proved to be delighting, For this sweet muse tried To explain how I feel fried, When to you my thought i turn Such confusion adds the yearn.
From the atmosphere up above It comes floating like a dove, A rainbow of colours comes shining down Filling the sunset in that reddish brown, cloudy creations embellish the scene all that is left is my beauty queen, no need for the crown no need for the throne to be in your aura would have my head blown, its not out of thinking I write you my verse it all will come natural in our universe.
I just donít know from where to start To appreciate this work of art, A perfect mix colour and sound Visualise your scent around, If ten is the highest notch An eleven suits that watch, I need a visit in my eyes Hope to get some good advise, For the true lens to observe So much beauty without delve, its just there not hard to find on the mirrorís other side.
An exclamation of wonder With breath left in squander, Leaves me panting for air Caught up in your snare, I need more of this stress Itís a pleasure must confess, If all the troubles were like this All the world will be a bliss, So I egg on in my watch Till my eyes will form a blotch, Cause Iíll never let them close At that vision so grandiose.
It has some green and red and white That wonderful aura looks so bright, It reflects the kind of purity Nothing left in the obscurity, From the strength you have within I get lost where to begin, To be able to express All the muse I can address, So to form this ode write A one that could be an invite, Just to have you stay and look The best star from every book, write the note While youíre in pose to my sweetest desert rose.
In the night I look afar For the brightest biggest star, With the lenses pointing out Iíll observe and I will scout, All the systems all the shapes They look like suspended grapes, From those stars I could not find One that truly is defined, Then I slowly realise That without no compromise, The one Iím searching is so near And for me was always here.
Quite impossible to compete And it surely is a feat, When comparing all your wares That transform into those flares, to the wits and joys of life Around you they are a rife, I get lost if you come close To watch the sweetest desert rose, Which among troubles and ills Youíre the cure better than pills.
Let the sun come out to shine Peeping out behind cloud nine, With its rays sheíll tempt and wink As if cheering with a drink, Teasing behind passing cloud Sometimes hidden in a shroud, Makes us wish to get some more With its heat even the score, until summer I wonít wait got the means to be elate, through your presence and your face Iíll forget the cold embrace, Of this winter gone too far you give out warmth more than star.