beauty is in the eye of the beholden, and i find myself besot by you
inspired to not move mountains, but reimagine them, reshape them, craft them into monuments for you
whether hammer and chisel or pen and ink, i yearn to make something that will withstand time in homage to the brilliance i see in you
an epic demonstration of the triumph and joy of knowing you exist, in a world of banal clones you project a full spectrum of colors and desire
as the words fumble from shaky hands, the meanings wrapped and obscured, you shine
making me feel like a colorblind painter whose destiny is to capture it on canvas, define it for the world to see
time and time again i fail to portray it in all the myriad wonder and joy, leaving clumsy attempts behind
one day the perfect combination of you will flow from these arthritic, gnarled digits, and all will sit in amazement at the true perfection
that is you
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I feel super lucky!:) for sure
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I have a feeling you will inspire me to many many more
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You are so sweet:)
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Just honest.
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I’ve read this several times!:)
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It is yours. You were the muse
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Awwwww:):):)
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Awww no way?!! Aww that makes me like it even more. Haha thank you!! That’s so sweet. 😊😊
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You are welcome. Thank you
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It’s always my pleasure!:)
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Ohhh!!! Lol thiiiissss is my favorite. I will read it many times. Well written
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It was inspired by talking to you so it makes me happy that you like it
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