She’s the first to see,
the words that flow.
Out of my heart,
from the depths of my soul.
Inspiration to my mind,
my body feels alive.
Lines flow so easy,
creating such a drive.
Desire stirring deep.
Passion unfolds.
Words on a page.
Dreams untold.
To bare my soul,
For the world to see.
A chance to take.
How could it be?
She is my muse,
She doesn’t know.
Encourages me,
to heights unknown.
The man I see,
reflected in her eyes.
Builds me up,
to a place so high.
Courage so great,
fear becomes unknown.
My soul I share,
‘cause of her alone.
I stand here now.
The man she created.
The Wondering Poet,
and highly motivated.
About the Creator
The Wondering Poet
I wonder, so I wander. Lost in the woods and enjoying every moment.
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