He used his words to kiss her face,
his pen in hand gave his embrace,
she felt his breath through letter and word,
her skin flushed from voice unheard.
He had opened his soul to give us some sight,
every woman who saw this got caught in his light,
They all loved him dearly, they wanted to save,
but fortune won't favour unless you are brave.
She knew she had no hope of return,
Her deepest hopes that he would spurn,
She told herself to leave the fight,
that better than her had shared in her plight.
But in the end she couldn't leave,
a world around him she would weave,
She watched the others come and go,
and she understood the depths of Poe.
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