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In all the love poems and great books
 That hold us with their truths
 There could never be a writer
 If they didn't have a muse

You spark my inspiration
And capture my desire
As I seek the lines and passages
that fill my heart with fire

My words they might be clumsy
Foolish,  somehow wrong
Yet , I write
Stay the course and carry on.

For you,  my love,
Are my story   
My poem
And my song.