A song to sing, and a poem to read,
this is all i can think about when i transit into my imagination of your beautiful face,
Each expressions sculpted out perfectly and each smile buttered with a glow.
What lyrics shall i sing my voice asked, and what poem shall i write my hands wondered.
I don't think they'd ever be enough for they are so used to flattering, they lost the ability to touch the heart,
This is not song and this is not a poem,
but literally its a gift, a gift to the heart ,
and a letter to the soul,
With Each words drawn from a deep well of love, measured and filtered, to suit the soul.
Oh dear, this and many more i'd write to you, just if you'd give them a chance to connect with your soul, and radiate physically as a smile..
©lanceslim
L