Will you read for me, what I write for you?
Will you read for me,
what I write for you?
Let us make this pact
between me and you.
I will write for you of roses and thorns,
from the gardens of men
dead and re-born
in my stories that will survive for you
Will you read for me,
what I write for you?
I will visit dungeons
in search of treasures
and bring back tales
of love and pleasure
to lighten up your darkest nights
to soothe you back
from mental plights
I will write words of affirmation
that will strive for you
Will you read for me,
what I write for you?
My words, my passion,
my spilled ink
they lay aside in the corner of your eye
that looks for beauty in artificial dye
so I decide
to put it on display
with bowls of brass
and pots of clay.
I am a poet, writer, storyteller
for you, I will also become a seller
and trade my precious art
for you my heart desires
these words may brighten your lonely fires
in winter and sunburn
I want nothing in return
just for you to see
the commas and pauses I highlight for you
Will you read for me,
what I write for you?
You will do me a great deed
by paying heed
to the thoughts I think
to the quotes I bleed
And when I will see your sight alight
to the birds in my books that await their flight
by reading them
you will read my mind
whose sanity I keep upright for you
So that you read for me,
what I write for you!
