My Secret
You are my light
You are my muse
With you, I share my fright
With you, I document my blues
Your succulent words fuel me
Your rhythm moves me
For you have saved me once again
For that I am Thankful, amen
You I carry hidden in my soul
From my lips, I dare not speak of thee
You bless me tenfold
Poetry, you make me fall to my knees
Because you make me as valuable as gold
You give me life like trees
You are my best-kept secret
Because you make me free
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