We had to write this for school, and though hopelessly cheesy and the rhyme scheme doesn't completely work, I love it.
Soft twinkling lights caress my honest eyes,
I never know to speak until I’m back,
My life no longer mine, my love, my prize,
Soon whisper into understanding black.
Sweet passion pulsing through my speech,
Soliloquy as natural as dust,
Brick layered walls still number three,
The fourth transparent solely to the just.
Soon song melodious or silent thought,
Rebound throughout my lovely theater home,
Then sneaking through the basement not yet caught,
In blissful hums its heart does beat in tune.
My true identity is found not here
But in my everlasting love appear.
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