Your muse, I'll be!
In every sketch and blueprint of your mind.
Your Eiffel Tower.
providing a stable foundation.
Allowing you to climb to the top; before you kneel
down to your knees,
losing strength to dying.
your torch, I'll ignite
to fuel your power.
Your Statue of Liberty,
to express you're free;
to escalate your power.
Incredibly trying;
yet soon to come,
a shower of admiration.
Your Golden Gate Bridge.
Positioning for you to see your future before time.
On the horizons to challenge any doubters,
Surely, they seek to use intimidations.
But when you have perception, as you do;
beauty is all you see.
Even in each rising chime,
while we head up to the Willis Tower;
to take charge of your best creations.
Proudly, we rise and find;
the final destination.
Yes, the great chill
in the Himalayan Mountains.
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