Heartspeak
My heart and I speak every day
We walk and talk alone
I ask it for new poetry
New rhymes that are homegrown
It gives me little snippets
That then become fullblown
Thoughts, reflections, hopes and dreams
Of you in me are sewn
I do admit I worry
What if the well runs dry?
But once I get into the zone
The verses start to fly
So effortless to write of
There's a breadth and depth to you
To cause the troubadour in me
To come up with something new
Daily, sometimes two or three
I've had some days like that
Where they just seem to write themselves
Cohesive in format
Bouquets that bloom in morning
From a nursery of new seed
They germinate so quickly
All fertilized by my need
To tell you what you mean to me
I want for you to know
How much I think the world of you
And how you make me glow
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