Overaccentuated

on the spot

I am no Shakespeare

Nor am I Poe

But my words have a certain sense of rhythm

And with that, my words flow

Without intention of rhyme

My heart speaks

Flowing out

Of the chambers it is confined to

 

I have listened to songs

That accentuate how I feel

Many have come and gone

Time

Has done its job

Of preserving the songs I listened to in my prime

None of them match the fire in my eyes every time I think of you

My hearts constant beating

Fantasizing

 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.