It all awakens a part of me that
I wasn't aware existed.
I don't know if when it comes to him,
I should be so persistent.
The conversations have become
my favorite pastime.
Always one I want to be a part of,
one I'm glad is mine.
Much of it comes with intricate views.
This man is becoming
my hidden muse.
No longer shackled to being
the silent writer.
Thanks to the spark that cared
to light the fire.
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