I Write the Poems I write the poems that make hearts sing, I write the poems that make bells ring. I write poems that make you cry, and the poems that make you ask, Why? I write the poems because you are mine, I write the poems because you rhyme. I write the poems as high as the sky, and the poems you are the apple of my eye. I write the poems because they are there, I write the poems that come from nowhere. I write the poems that make me sigh, and the poems when you make me high. I write the poems of my dreams, I write the poems bursting from seams. I write the poems from my soul, and the poems when you make me whole. I write the poems about hurt and strife, I write the poems that save a life. I write the poems that wrench your world, and the poems where truth is unfurled. Like a flag-waving above the din, helping us escape the fix we are in. I write the poems.

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