If His Language Were Mine

Merge his language with mine and behind the words you’ll find…far more than a rhyme…but a bond that’s not just on time…it’s in tune.

If the day that I met him were an intro to a song, you’d hear a man shout a tagline that’d let you know it’s going down.

Let my words morph into notes, and hear my poem turn into a seductive lullaby, with sounds that cry softly whispering an alluring melody, with half notes holding your ears at attention, then suddenly you’d feel the beat…

The beat that symbolizes the meaning behind the words as it drops, embrace the bass drum’s methodical timing reminding you, a façade this is not, let it vibrate to your senses to solidify that what you’re embracing is far more than hot… If the chemistry between us could be the second melody, you’d see this chorus as more than catchy; you’d hear it in your sleep. You’d wake with it on your mental and see it in your dreams, can’t get it out of your system once this hook enters your stream.

If the pulse of passion in this piece were channeled into the bridge, you’d get a sense of the intensity and just how committed this piece of work is. Let the middle eight giveaway secrets of a deeper routed connection as the intricate notes played tell tales of immediate affection.

Just when you feel like you’re gaining the full picture, the instrumental solo shakes up your pulse and these words rock out an energy that’s off the Richter.

Catch on to the ad-libs as they reveal a different side, added on with ease, giving an underlying natural vibe.

Let my words morph into notes, and you’ll have heard a dope song. Piece by piece, put together but the content goes beyond… Music theory, song structure, or even clever word play, if you were listening then you could hear all the things I have yet to say.

If my heartbeat was the outro and my thoughts were the vamp, this song would be unfinished because to end it…well, I can’t —