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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