A Song Of Home

Inamorata you’re beguiling, I greet hurkle-durkle so often; That sweet vibrato is enthralling, I have to capture it with my pen. Lost myself to the affinity to stay beside you every second, let’s seduce this fine proclivity; How is it you simply entice? Your voice in the background will suffice. How you move the rhythm as you sing! Temperamental bells ease and soften, it mellows out reality’s sting. I indulge, taking no precaution. Is it a stage personality that has shaken my core and beckoned? Sound has stolen my lucidity; In flux over how I pay the price to experience this paradise. With a presence that is so winsome, I have a penchant for keeping time; My sweetheart your song resembles home.