A poem in my breath
Held dearly in my heart
In your poetry I find my seat
Your features so poetic bliss
Gorgeous you're on a canvas frame
Poetry is a shadow of your name
Your love a radiant art
A gentle flame that fills my heart
In your statue I find my muse
A satisfaction I won't refuse
Each metaphor to convince
I have inhabited da vinci
A walking work of art she possess
A rooted blossom that never fade I confess
You're the ink that colours my days
In a portrait my spirit sways
You captured me a poet prone
To fall for your enchanting tone
Like a guide through life's uncertain quest
My dearest love I must confess
Still got your lip-balm tight
Perceiving your essence on sight
The rhythm of your sighs still sweet
In your poetry I find my seat
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