as she listens, shy and red faced
he waxes, lashings of words, to be heard
in no uncertain terms or order, for her
to jot, take note and remember as quick
as she can write or she will miss
what he said, never to be repeated least
he remember anyway
she writes, it’s all hear, just too damn
Ceccato. the normal, find, difficult to follow,
comprehend. brilliance, is yet, though
what is, is yours to bestow
he’s a writer, a person, a reader
of others work. she gets lost in his
blurb ilia to know, translation
she listens and learns something knew?
askew, a blush. expand and describe
write this down, it’s important to note
personalise, revise, describe again
this man, that woman, where’s this? place?
there are rules to adhere, don’t break them
ALL!!!
You are very talented being that this was such a lovely poem…great use of words and a great story told….😊😊😊
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Thank you Velvet screams for seeing the story told, unfold.😊 some cannot negate it, Your feedback l appreciate it😎
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You are welcome😌😌
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