I have envied you, a poet's grace,
Each line you write, a glimpse of your soul's true embrace.
Your words leave imprints, in my heart they soar,
And with each verse, I crave you more.
As a muse, you bloom, a radiant light,
I yearn to capture your essence, take flight.
You are so much more, than words can portray,
In awe, I stand, watching you sway.
Your pen dances, painting dreams untold,
In admiration, my envy unfolds.
Through your verse, I find solace and kin,
In this poetic world, forever we spin.
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