Be a poem

If you were a poem,

I would scribble words all day long with no end in sight

There would be no want for words, for you my dear are inspiration in person

Words would flow through my pen like fresh honey drizzling from a honeycomb

If you were a poem,

I would rise and retire daily at my desk

Not for want or lack of tasks

For you my dear, are all I need, and the only THING that matters

If you were a poem,

I would look to you in and out of season

With naught a thought or fear of weary enthusiasm

for you my dear are every draped in the finest silk, sliding ever so graciously

flowing from end to end, ebbing slowing like a river in tune with its source

For if you were a poem,

I would treasure you for ages to come

shielded in my memory till my last breath

Though ink fades and paper crumbles,

I would yet cling to you for eternity.

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