Poetry will grace the pages to never fade Memories of souls that played in love's glade. When tears and heartbeats become one Two breaths blend in one haven. Hold my words close to your heart Feel their warmth, let the pain depart. The ink drains my quill to moisten your eyes They touch your lips and feel your sighs. The page I write on, holds my soul's fire I pour out my heart and never tire. My quill weeps words I cannot say Eloquence in a glorious way. I give everything of me in my poetry Without wanting anything back, I have stayed free. The blue of my ink runs in my blood Hear my blue-blooded dreams crooning a ballad.