When I think of love
Its always her
About how it felt, and when it occurred.
Amore is now my poetic limbo
With booming drums then crashing cymbals.
Of rhythm and rhymes
Which has no bridge during frustrating times.
This continuous movement weakens my knees
And forever conducts each yearning need.
Truly a soul
Can't help but rock
When his mind's just a beacon
For lusty thoughts.