I only need one chance to spit you a hot verse.
Have you flowing with my rhythm, like a river, I need you to see what I see in you. Call me your mirror.
Let me be your muse. You’ve forever been epic.
As you dissect the stanza, I present, keep in mind that your soul is poetic.
Just give me one lyric, don’t worry about rhyme. Schemes, major themes try to focus more on your dreams.
I admire your composition. Always believe in your intuition. You’re a gift from the gods, the goddesses, the universe and the cosmic.
Your beauty invokes a song in me. You must descend from sirens. You are poetry.
