The Magical Flow of Words

The Flow of Magical Words I love words, which pour easily from my pen, when I put pen to paper a world of words does open, it flows on the page its soulmate, though no one can read the scrawl of words which well inside and opens a gate, out comes beauty, rhymes of passion, sage words and gloom, rhyming poem, deathly prose dark as the hand of doom, the right word is magic in my hand, like a lover sigh lightly fanned