i wish i knew how to write.

how to make the words flirt with my page, 

and fluster the ink.

i wish i knew what words to use,

or how to make them dance,

a pleasant little treat for my reader.

i want to sing you to sleep

with the stanzas in my head,

let you rest on a pillow of poetry.

i want a dream of opulence

to enter your mind,

teach you epicurean thoughts.

my words should fill your heart,

give you new desires to love,

to live your life to its utmost potential.

i wish i knew how to give my words life,

how to breathe into them my soul,

and present them to you as a gift.