When I was alone,
I wrote.
My thoughts were free and
they could float.
Then you walked in
And became my inspiration
Everything became unseen
You captured my imagination.
As our relationship grew,
I wrote more and more
Poems after poems,
One, two, three and four.
But now you are going
And I still write
Hoping; what mouth couldn't speak
Words might
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