I respond
my love,
to the poet,
the artist,
the author,
the man I've
come to know.
Do not fear,
my sweet,
I have not,
will not,
spin your words.
I recognize
them as your
expression.
Your heart
exposed,
in verses
and prose.
Like you,
with your words,
the tales I spin
are the ones I sing,
not always
belonging to me.
These words,
some are yours,
some are mine,
a few of them
belong to us,
that's fine.
So dear poet,
sensitive author,
"mon amour",
I do not shift
or think them
too far out of place.
I am honored,
I am touched,
to see me there,
in your heartfelt,
in the inspired.
Because this,
my love,
is our relationship.
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