My lover, My pen

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    My lover, My pen

    Where is my missing lover?
    Where did I put my pen?
    They are one and the same each others cover,
    Flows the love I have from within.

    I never have to be alone,
    My words can keep me flowing.
    Keep the pace and set the tone.
    Like a lovers touch keeps me glowing.

    The words fill my darkest hour,
    keep me warm and dry,
    I feel like Repunzle in the tower,
    but never have to cry.

    His voice will break my peaceful existance,
    Let me know theres more.
    I wont have any resistance.
    I will walk right through his door.


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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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