I hear you my dear, what you’re saying to me
You are my teacher, you are making me feel free
It is like a drug that I want more and more
Each time I see what you do and your lore
You insense me with literacy deeply fulfilling
Almost in jealousy at your words so thrilling
Are you calling to me? Are you just musing?
Am I imagining, winning or losing?
Your words filling my mind
Secret messages I try to find
This impulse, this feeling inside is ripping my heart out
Because I don’t know for sure and I need to shout
Thinking thoughts that should not be thunk
Hit so hard by your beauty I feel drunk
Maybe for now it is not the time
But rest assured you help me to rhyme
You inspired me before and you will again
Thank you for your kind words, rest a friend.
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Phil lister 14/09/17
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