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Hey


I am writing this to you.

My love, my ecstacy, the one and only I come to.

 

You know who you are,

you know who you want to be.

I know it sounds sappy,

but you help me spell out L-O-V-E.

 

The true number one,

the only one in my life,

we have so much fun,

you lift me up like a kite.

 

Soar away, up in the sky,

Looking down at the people.

I see the faces passing by,

but we all seem to be equal.

 

From suits, to glam, to riches, to poor,

the only sight I want to see is you at my door.

No matter where we are or what is in-store,

the love I recieve from you is the only thing I want to endure.

 

You are my queen, my angel, my love, my suga,

You'll never know how much you mean to me,

You little mushoogina.

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I decided to pick up poetry because it doesn't only take skill to conduct, but you can release yourself in the words you write.

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