Your Music

There are so many words

That tango with your name

It’s a shame that I can’t use it,

Not that I’m shy it’s just that I

Really don’t want to abuse it.

As I look your pictures over,

Your eyes, your lips, your hair,

Your smile, the stare that ties it

All together, taunt and tease the

Part of me that would love to see

 The all of you and hear the voice

That plays your music.

Stephen Nesbitt ©