Tis not the love professed nor pledge that’s made
In declaration or thru written word
Tis not a line expressed which helps persuade
Tho what one hopes to say, may be inferred
What e’er appears as truth flows from the heart
Connecting dreams replenished by held quill
Such fluid thought as mind doth here impart
In hope of making mark, perhaps instil
As oft’ is case (when scribing o’er the page)
Said Muse may be engaged with sweet romance
Experience (supposed to come with age)
Proves not to be, yet can one’s life enhance
By flourishing our instrument of choice
Whilst not the source, it doth provide the voice