Untitled Poem

You told me you don't like poetry,

but I have nothing else to give.

All I have are these words

and my love for you poured on a page.

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I wish I was an artist

so I could draw your immaculate beauty

over and over again.

But I'm afraid I am not.

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I wish I was a singer

so I could sing you to sleep each night

with how much I adore you.

But I'm afraid I am not.

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I wish I was an architect

so I could build monuments for you

and show the world how inspiring you are.

But I'm afraid I am not.

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I wish I was a magician

so I could impress you even half as much

as you impress me every single day.

But I'm afraid I am not.

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The truth is,

I want to give you the world

but I don't have the world to give.

All I have are these words and the

mediocre prose you'll never enjoy