I have lost all the will to rhyme.
Lost the measure of time.
I sit all day and think about you
And Wondering what to do.
When you are beside me, words flow like a silent river.
Trickling down my heart and soul and makes my pen quiver.
Now, I think and struggle all day to write a single line.
I need you now, I need you here; you make my words divine.
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