You love me for my poetry,
You do love me indeed.
I won’t forget the nights that we spent,
Lost in creativity.
As a matter fact,
I remember when my thoughts ran wild,
And you went with it,
Only to make another child.
Though no one understood me,
You kept pursuing my thoughts at hand,
When I had no one to speak to,
You came,
Making your obvious mark.
You were there for me I do agree.
You’d say I need a rest,
And I would beg of you please,
To let me write,
Because it is the only way I release my stress,
Allow me to achieve peace tonight.
With that said without a fight we move on.
Though I’d get weary,
You’d stick it out with me.
When I decide to take my rest,
Then you’ll do the same
My secret love my pen,
Without you there is no goal I can achieve.

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