although this is belated,i finally decided to write this letter
the art had departed from my heart when we parted
grand memories clouded,my hurt and offloaded
the pain that obstructed,my hand from constructing
my hurt in these verses,my heart pump these scriptures
these words are created,well recited and recorded
airborne to your eardrums be the makers of this music
dug deep into the kick drum is fable in a riddle
stuck to these snares is a love in a rhythm
the message does precede,the sequel in the passion
awake this sensation my upright obsession
sensual and sexual this is clearly perpetual
though i am lost in this mutual quest for your more
despite my firm roll in this messed up ritual
i have got to spit the last show tell you,you are special

although it feels wrong i finally decided i will sing this song
singing from the softest spot of my rhyme scheme
and i keep it real with the speed low,low
the strings in this song that sing of two friends
the piano,the strum,the flute,the violin
a blessing is the feeling in this beautiful thing
i sing to the drumbeat,i sing to the horn
i sing to the joy why i keep this hold on
and just is to the distance,between you and me
before i let this freeze
i flip from staccatto to allegreto
run into the centre,it takes two to tango
i hold to never let go and let this momento
be so sentimental
let this love form a round shape like a circle
embrace this,this sweet so sensual,you special

although it feels wrong,i finally decided to recite this poem
attend to this seed in my soul still growing
be a candle in the wind with the light still glowing
this wind mad blowing but my leaves are'nt falling
i guess its worth showing
i guess it worth knowing
.......................................damn i am stuck

I love the rhythm very well done ^__^

thank you for taking time to go through it.