Your name a star in its own right
Made destiny ink the books
With letters and a dot boldly written
Oh, how perfect a pen name looks
Your hair like flowing honey,
Your laughter warm like the morning sun
Your mind exciting like a puzzle
How did your mum and dad ever make you, hun?
To only knock on my heartstrings
And make my knees wobble and meek
Render me wordless in the pool of your eyes
And bedridden at thoughts of you for weeks?
Yet this, another case of daydreaming
Of how a lowly servant wills for a night with the king
So I nudged Cupid to slide down your rainbow
And this earnest musing I let him bring:
"You are my life's postmodern poet—Beau Taplin
My unreachable Hollywood star—Keanu Reeves
And though you carry a built like Michael Jordan's,
It's a heart break to see you sit among the queens."
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Starry Dreamy Nights
PoetryLiterary musings from a dreamer's starry nights and the unsleeping mind. •• updates at the wee hours of the night ••
