All the words that have flowed from your beautiful mind
And somehow entered the black pen in your hand
Found it’s way onto a paper
Every word you wrote was lovely
Better than the skyscrapers standing in New York City
Better than the stars that guarded the lonely at night
And sure better than the beautiful flowers that bloomed on the lovers doorsteps
It seemed each word you wrote had a mind of it’s own
An intricate set of steps leading to slivers of your heart and soul
Where high walls were kept
And the walls prevented you from seeing the beauty in your words
And the lovely I had found for you
And the perfect others found in your words
Now I stand with a small chisel
Hoping to break down the walls
So you may see your words
That has grown to be remedy for many starving souls