When pen and paper kiss their love creates the most beautiful sonnet, waiting to be read by you or I
Music flows off the page and into the hearts of those who hear
And I stand back and look at the world around me
I take you by the arm and we run through the fields together
I ask for your hand in marriage, to spend my life with you
You said maybe like a song, but maybe is a song with a lot chords and no melody
You walked back into town and lay quietly alone
The world's greatest artist were all tortured soul. Painfully brilliant until they day they died
And I am an unknown poet without a song on my lips
The words have been choked by the hand of evil, hoping that beauty will lose ground to the ache within my soul
Stand firm on the waves of the ocean that is life
For hopelessness will eventually give ground to bright blue skies
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