[Verse 1: 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

[Pre-Chorus 1: PORTIA]
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

[Chorus 1: PORTIA]
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: PORTIA (NIGEL)]
You are really doing something to me, Mr. Poetry Man
Oh, forgive me, I never get to discuss poems in this way
(Oh, it's ok, I just never knew that poetry could affect someone the way it affects me)
Me neither