iPleasant

A nice little poem

I sing a pleasant song of you,
The greatest to be found.
Only I, the story teller,
Can really tell you now.

We were once heroes,
We were once villains.
Through adventures we braved,
Though we had never dared
To go past our limits,
And thus, I shall sing.

The muses speak of arrival.
The meeting of my genius,
And the awakening of your mind.
I pick up my guitar
And spin a woven web
Of obscure tales
With a clear meaning.

I bring you this joy,
A sung-spoken tale of what once was.
The heart-breaking past of old
And impending counts of new.

I sing a pleasant song of you,
For I know from what it seems...
Until I see past my limits,
You will always be in my dreams.