HER AND I

a poem about my love and I

HER AND I



We sang nightingales,

Just her and I

A fine song, only our hearts understood,

By the river of Venus, 

And the echoes of our voices,

Entangled by love, painted the sky

With feelings profound.

    In Elysium, we sang

A song not from scrolls

But from the passion within

Till the sun made way for the moon

And the stars appeared, in form of roses

By the river of Venus

Just her and I.