[PORTIA]

I love Sidney and Marlowe and often I borrow

Their words to express how I feel

I love poems of mystery, fantasy, history

Oh, what seductive appeal

At night, alone in my bedroom

Satisfying my need

The candlelight fire ignites my desire

To read

Oh

Every time I hear a perfect rhyme I get all tingly

Because I know

That to find a perfect rhyme is not an easy thing-ly

I love the places that words let me go

I love the way that your words move me so

No words have touched me the way that yours do

And I love—

(spoken)

You are really doing something to me, Mr. Poetry Man

Oh, forgive me, I never get to discuss poems in this way

[NIGEL (spoken)]

Oh, it's ok, I just never knew that poetry could affect someone the way it affects me

[PORTIA (spoken)]

Me neither

[NIGEL]

It's the end-all, the be-all, oh, you oughta see all

The books that I have on my shelf

[PORTIA]

Me too!

I find pleasure perusing those writings and musings

So often I pleasure myself

Wait, that didn't sound right

[NIGEL]

No, I know what you mean

When I'm deep in the throes of impassionate prose

I could scream

[PORTIA (spoken)]

You scream?

[NIGEL (spoken)]

Yeah

[PORTIA (spoken)]

So do I! AHH!

(sung)

Oh

I love a lilting line of lyrical alliteration

[NIGEL]

Who doesn't love alliteration?

[PORTIA]

And then I'm like "woah"

When the phrases come together like a consummation

[NIGEL]

It's sweet elation

[PORTIA & NIGEL]

I love the places that words let me go

I love the way that your words move me so

I love that you feel the same way I do

And I love

You know that I love

You know that I love

[NIGEL (spoken)]

Me too