The words are escaping,
They’re flying away.
I can’t find the rhythm,
Or what to say.
They pound in my head,
A discord of drums.
Wait for inspiration,
Wait ‘till it comes.
Pen scratches the surface,
Of a secret creation.
Feel the anger,
And sense the frustration.
The letters line up,
The meaning’s obscure.
The character’s unsound,
The writing unsure.
The pen stops,
The words ring untrue,
At the bottom; three smudged words,
I Love You.
