With a smile, I’ll write what I have to say
about the left and right, maybe even the
purple night, so she can preview my loving words.
She can change the color of the night or left
from right to romantic words she’s dying to see
roll from the typewriter keys of a man she loves.
In return, she’ll begin to send me words I’d love
to have whispered in my ear without fear by a
woman filled with rage and passion, like her.
When like an old fashioned miracle, we finish
our tale, we may not have love, but beautifully
written words that readers will believe are true
and could only be written from the heart of
someone irresistibly in love.
A romantic tale will prevail that would never have
been told if it wasn’t for a man and woman who
write, to have pooled resources and collaborated.