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You're the best thing that has ever happened to me
I would do anything for you
You treat me with respect
And you care about my feelings
You're the best thing to ever happen to me
And I couldn't be happier
The world spins,
my pen twirls.
The curved hill becomes a rugged mountain,
and my fingers arch over keys.
I get slammed, I get broken, I'm stretched out and hung to dry.
To express in prose
Is the work of a poet
For any fellow may give a rose
But few a sonnet
I cannot fathom which I love most,
The romance of chasing a muse
Or the art of drawing with words
I think it started
With a fleeting glance.
I had to capture, somehow,
This moment in time provoking
A fluttering of my heart.
Then it became
My mode of voice,
Of choice.
