You are my mirror
and my open door
You're my morning
and my rousing
but I am so poor.

I'm glad you like me
and enjoy my work
I'm lucky you help me
though I'm in the dark.

I had just some words
You made them sound good
I was just a dusty dreamer,
and you inspired me to be a writer.

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You're My Rousing

the bright sunny morn 
induced birds into loud singing 
the bright sunny morn 
their chorusing rousing of horn 
as if they were message ringing 
a day replete in much shining
the bright sunny morn