Writing lines of poetry that are so real they turn into the lyrics from the ballad playing within my heart.
It is said that your soul is a microscopic piece.
But I would gladly break it into two.
One piece to keep for myself and once piece to
give to you.
And the ballad is playing on and on...
And, one day, I hope you can hear.
Lay your ear
Against my chest.
And sing the missing tune that has yet to be professed.