Proclivity leads me hear again.
To draw inspiration for a new day.
To try and live my life my way.
To live as I’d like to play.
This proclivity is no habit enforced.
I’m here to spread my heart, my thoughts.
Tell the world of my love for you of course.
Something I’d shout repeatedly til hoarse.
And so proclivity, addiction, maybe both?
Draws me closer to my soul betrothed.
Brings me nearer everyday nearer to my hope.
Familiarity seals our hearts, our habits, with tight loving rope.