The isle of love is full of romantic melodies
That struts with sensation in the heart.
Love beckons me into shakepeare
And so I yield
Wielding the pen with great artistry;
The wake of a master word-smith.

Let me pen my emotions on sheet,
For I shall sit by you
While we cuddle
And read to you, my dear,
That wonderful piece in blue ink
You urge to hear

So much that they cause tears
Tears rolling down
To blur the ink of my piece.

This passion so great
I shall write a piece a day