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It is easy to love a poet
Give her that smile that she'll never forget
Just send her  a word or a line
And everyday will be just so fine

Show her your photo, good or not
Anyway she loves you a lot
Everything from you is for keeps
Like sweetness of your kiss on her tender lips

Touch her softly, that she never expects
Kiss her forehead as sign of respect
She feels wonderful when you are around
A simple hello is a lovely sound

Give her a time to tell her stories
Make her feel that she's really missed
She just deserves a hug and a smile
After being away for a while

Let her lean on your chest and shoulders
Let her feel that you are all hers
When she waits for a shooting star to fall
You know what's her wish afterall

She always sits on your lap,  doesn't she?
Like a baby girl she ought to be
When she press your nose, fell proud
She only wants you to laugh so loud

Hold her waist and carry her
Swing your bodies into the air
When she tickles and teases you endlessly
She do it with love for your eyes to see

Oh,  it is easy to love a poet
A kind of love you will never forget
Her heart is pure,  tender and mild
Yet she loves so much, carefree and wild...

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Dreams remain dreams
as long as you stay asleep.

~

You told me that
each night you read
the poetry
I pen

You said it is
the perfect way
to bring your smile
again

That life is tough
and troubles deep
the weight just brings
you down

And teardrops fall
upon your face
now painted with
a frown

But when you see
the words I write
your sadness
disappears

Your read each verse
and look beyond
forgetting all
your fears

For even in
the darkest hour
you know my love
is real

My poetry
wraps you so tight
in happiness
you feel

So here we are
again tonight
I send my love
so true

And hope you know
like all before
this poem is
for you

~

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Yes, I am you, I can be neutral, hot or cold
I am different yet I am every human in this world
Your mind's not mine yet you have my heart
Your soul, my soul, yet we are still apart
Your eyes sometimes  look like mine
Your ears never differ when one plays a line
Your skin is fair but inside I have the same
You also hope for a momentary power and fame
Who doesn't want joy is such a hypocrite
I see you in the mirror when you want to quit
You sing my song when you stand and walk
I wear your clothes whenever I talk
Now, why don't you hold my ***** hand?
I never question your feet when full of mud
We both dance when music plays
Yet one might stop and leave when the other stays
As painters, we borrow each others paint
Yet your art could make them call you a saint
I should have no question, this is life, I know
We're just actors playing a complicated show...

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we're the kind of stars
they wouldn't dare wish on