Wordsmith
Practicing your alchemy, wooing me with words,
changing leaden lumpy text into streams of gold,
you enthrall me, hypnotise me, weave me in your spell
within the hidden meanings my fate you will foretell.
'Fine words butter no parsnips' Granny used to say,
she was wrong, the passion strong, my life no longer grey.
I walk in dreams, my head is filled with words meant just for me
pour molten gold into my soul for all eternity.
The 2nd bit reads like a Mills & Boon!
ReplyDeleteI wonder who this is about? Straight from the heart!! I like it
ReplyDeleteReminds me of Roberta Flack's 'Killing Me Softly'
ReplyDeleteIt started off as a tongue in cheek tribute to JG I need to work on it.
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