All I do is write poems about you
'N' about shared moments so few

Breathing so inside my every line
You decorate every word of mine

Hidin' my poem from every curse
You are a ruler of my every verse

I'll never be really strong enough
To write about foreign new stuff

And now that you are really gone
Each of my verse will daily moan

In your pain, oh in your memory
Because I don't have better story

To ponder 'n' keep writing about
For in the void, I hear your shout

That you'll always hold my heart
'N' no one but you'll claim my art

Without me, new places you'll go
It's such a pity because I so know

I'll never adorn your life's proem
But you'll always be gist of my...
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