Song For You
I etched your name on the white page of my bosom,
I write there you are mine, in the middle of my chest,
where the heart is.
I etched your name very carefully on my lips
And my every poem will start with you
You are the driver of my nervous system
You drive me crazy, make me feel so special
You are the guide to my stupid mind
you are my pen and you are the one on my white page
I will keep you there with all my care!
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