Poem of You
A poem is what you ask me to write,
I try for originality and not to trite;
As the words stumble over each line,
Doesn't seem right, is what I find;
But I continue to write all my words,
Can only rhyme that with flock of birds;
I write the thoughts that are in my mind,
Thoughts are all of you is what i find;
So I switch and write, what is in my heart,
Then i find that you are the main part;
So I write about all the tomorrows to come,
But when I add together you are the sum;
The sum of all my nights and my days,
You will always be my hearts, love craze.
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