I love the way words
Look natural on the paper's lines
And love the absolute melody
You hear from a rhyme
Still the verses catch me
And bedazzle my eyes
Like tricks and trips
A most beautiful lie
Whether straight or mysterious
Whether cursive or plain
They all make you wonder
Just exactly the same
The written word still satisfies
As centuries are proof
That words relieve and relive
The most deeply found truth
So my words never tire
And never will they cease
For this is truly
My sweetest release.
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