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.

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