Poetry, look at me,
We've been friends, lovers for so long,
Was our love-life something wrong?
To desire with such fire,
All a poem can prolong.
Life is nonsense without substance,
If some good you can't perform,
I have loved you with my conscience,
And the passion of a Storm.
Poetry, beloved Fountain,
Of my Life, you are my home,
And my Country and my Mountain,
And my ever reaching Dome,
You're the Ocean of my motion,
Where forever I shall roam,
With this Love that is Devotion,
I shall never be alone.
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