To all which this may concern
I have not been in spirit
A great man as I should
I am but a man whose intentions
Be that I may I find inside
Your beautiful brown eyes
To which this is written to you
Now that for which I doth
Pine for love, trust both
Equal things I long for
Before the time is where is it
A Time to turn away and say
I will change but now lit
The pyres of my heart
Now I will do what it is I do
I write a tale or tragic play
Telling of Lovers, Rings
And ever after brings
A light to burn upon
The story which writes itself
Will be one to never forget
I leave the earth in song
And dine with fate tonight
Only one night to get it
Which write and lit and poems
May you read the words writ
I enscribe the words Love
Written with blessing of
All Angels of above
I will be the destined writer
Poet, Playwright, Screenplay
and Lyric Writer that I
Seen myself in that scene
A time of lifespan that says
I know enough about things
To write is to know about
Things which make up all
Things and Everything.
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