Poet

He is a poet
And I am a slave to his words
They come forth
And spread me wide
For all the world to see
He is a man
So strong and graceful
I can't keep this mind from wondering
What would his loving be like
He is love
In its purest form
He isn't mines
So I must adore him from afar
Listening to the sudductive words
That pour forth
And wishing that
They were for me
He is a poet
I know him well
I know his words
I wish that together
We could make them
Write them into reality

by Sunitria Couser

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