A Freelancer's Love Song to the Written Word
Words upon the page, they sway and dance,
A symphony of thought and feeling, a wild romance,
The writer's heart revealed with each inked line,
A passion that burns bright, a love that's truly divine.
In the stillness of the night, when all is calm,
The writer lets their heart take the form of a psalm,
Pouring forth a melody that's sweet and true,
The written word a love that's always new.
No greater love than that of the written word,
A passion that's felt, a fire that's always stirred,
A song that's never silenced, a dance that's never done,
In the heart of every writer, the written word has won.
So let the pen fly free, let the ink run wild,
Let the pages fill up, like a dream that's never mild,
For in the heart of every soul, there's a poet waiting to bloom,
And when they hear this song of words, they'll fall in love with poetry too soon.
© Mindful Mosaic
A symphony of thought and feeling, a wild romance,
The writer's heart revealed with each inked line,
A passion that burns bright, a love that's truly divine.
In the stillness of the night, when all is calm,
The writer lets their heart take the form of a psalm,
Pouring forth a melody that's sweet and true,
The written word a love that's always new.
No greater love than that of the written word,
A passion that's felt, a fire that's always stirred,
A song that's never silenced, a dance that's never done,
In the heart of every writer, the written word has won.
So let the pen fly free, let the ink run wild,
Let the pages fill up, like a dream that's never mild,
For in the heart of every soul, there's a poet waiting to bloom,
And when they hear this song of words, they'll fall in love with poetry too soon.
© Mindful Mosaic