I now truly know the power of words.
she spoke to my heart and pleased my flesh.
I'm surprised that the passion of words has grown
from a chick to an eagle, her words had flown.
I wonder what hearts would say if they could,
what words they'd share, what love, what looks.
I marvel the beauty she shows to my heart but
I'm amazed and I wonder if our words can stay apart.
Mr. Poet,the name she gently bestowed, on a humble wordsmith sent a ripple through my soul.
Truth be told, her beauty is bold. She being you and her beauty her soul.
I paused, smiled, glanced and wondered how powerful the words had now become.
If only I knew her name
This day would not turn out as it begun.
And we would never again be the same.
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