To the love of my life

Truly speaking

I am no writer

But your smile give me courage to hold the pen

Your eyes give me courage to face the blank pages

Your voice give me words to put on paper

When I think of you

I am the young version of Shakespeare

Words fall from the sky

Right into the palm of the book

My heart is a beautiful place

Decorated with a rare type of flowers

Your touch

Makes me fall into my knees

Right into your mercy

You are not a man of many words

You let your lips do the talking

Your presence is felt

I just want to say I

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