Tattoo my soul with your poet's pen,
Perchance I'll want to live again.
Say sounds so softly with each line,
Whispering words of love,
Making them Mine.
Fill my heart with your poet's ink,
A cupid's cup of which I'll drink.
Reaping romance of rhymes you write
Gleefully gladens with gay delight.
Send my senses soaring blissfully high
Yes,my love must have wings to fly
Sing songs of love,that I may hear
Telling me , taunting me ,taking me there
Mark my mind with your poet's thought,
Awaken my spirit in vapors caught.
Renew and refine that I may have and see
Poetry's Picturesque Paint on me.
So Tattoo my Soul with your poet's pen
Perhaps I'll want to love again.
I love the way you write, it seems to flow right off the page and sounds best read aloud. I particularly liked the line "reaping romance of rhymes you write." :) Definitly a great poem.
I love the imagery of tattooing one's soul- a permanent image. If we could see, I bet many of us might have an absolute gallery of masterpieces of spiritual ink left behind by those who made an indelible mark. Some are wolves, snarling and scary, some goblins, and others- roses. Clouds. Angels. What an intriguing request.