Not just a power, or an art,
You are the turbulence
that shakes my heart,
and serving as remembrance
to my emotional past.
After a day under the sun in toil,
In your arms, I find solace
And all my days of joy,
I recount in your verbal embrace
You flow into my thought, like a river,
and roll out of my pen, to stay forever
Leave me not, I plead you
For, it’s you, I knew me through!
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