I love to hear my words, within her voice
They sound like something more than what I write
The way she reads is more than just her choice
I love it, that it’s different, but it’s right
I’m still my song, my pulse, my turn, my scheme
And yet, she’s not constricted as she reads
It’s more than just a vision, or a dream
There’s things within my dreams my muse exceeds
She brings perspective that I’d never see
She makes me see my sonnets through her eyes
It may not be the way I want to be
But she can see right through my words’ disguise
My Muse can say my words and make them more
Than just the words of some sonnettic whore!
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I love to hear my words, within her voice
They sound like something more than what I write
The way she reads is more than just her choice
I love it, that it’s different, but it’s right
I’m still my song, my pulse, my turn, my scheme
And yet, she’s not constricted as she reads
It’s more than just a vision, or a dream
There’s things I never knew my muse exceeds
She brings perspective that I’d never see
She makes me see my sonnets through her eyes
It may not be the way I want to be
But she can see right through my words’ disguise
My Muse can say my words and make them more
Than just the words of some sonnettic whore!