I am no poet, yet for you I try
Your words inspire and delight my mind
Creativity flows always awry
Beginning nowhere and leaving in kind
The metaphor of love is all used up
Never again will new be uncovered
Question how full or empty is the cup
Answers variant as plumage on birds
But still for you I write and oft succeed
Words flow from pen more easily than mouth
Forever I'll write, I love you indeed
We will travel forever north and south
Rememb'ring to write and never to speak
For written words make the deluge a leak.
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