POETRY CAME VISITING

I once wished over poetry And fell in love with him... Now we keep late nights... Yes, I'm felting with him... Cause he's good for the touch He's never enough...

I wish we could make history, unto the night not temporarily But to give birth to this son of poetry I need him desperately... I wish he comes visiting...

Now poetry is mine Poetry is finally mine... He's my trophy husband Our foot print in poem of times This is history... The battle is finally won He's so sweet...he's coming home with me..to night

I promised to be a good wife To be his number one In the poetry chart To our poetry son... This is our history to together I hope it lives forever...