You

The curl of your lip,
The finest stroke of God’s paint brush

The passion,
The dazzle in your eyes, brighter than the stars

The softness of your skin,
As tender as a feather

The warmth of your heart,
As comforting as home

Your whisper,
Like a soft spoken lullaby

You keep me grounded,
Bring me to peace

A thousand words can be written,
For a soul like yours

Maybe you are the reason,
I have turned into a poet

Inking these blank pages,
With the fond memory of you

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