Take your poem in both hands and press and squeeze,
Smash square-deadly at each 'not yours', turn your back on it,
Let time hands run their rounds on each line plea for mercy,
Till the poem kneels to kiss the hands of Time and yours, and
whisper- I'm only, only Yours.
Yes every poem is our creativity, to whisper the message, nice piece I liked it, thanks
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Insightfully conceive in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. A work of an intricate mind.