I love words, which pour easily from my pen,
when I put pen to paper a world of words does open,
it flows on the page it's soulmate,
though no one can read the scrawl of words which well inside and opens a gate,
out comes beauty, rhymes of passion, sage words and gloom,
rhyming poem, deathly prose dark as the hand of doom,
the right word is magic in my hand,
like a lover sigh lightly fanned.
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