In few lines and scattered words I crown you with stately fame - Great kings and queens in my tales Sing praises of your name. Robed in scarlet, precious stones You reign over my earth and sky; With words that leak from my pen I build your fort towering high. In awe and wonder for your being Countless words I weave and stitch - Spinning your unearthly charms, My enslaved mind you can bewitch. You fill the void in every paragraph - In my world's stage, you play all lives - A thousand deaths cannot strike you Like an ancient phoenix, you survive. In soft whispers, unfamiliar tongues I speak of my love so pure and true - Though the universe is in my grasp - My poetic loyalty lies with you. I have no story from rags to riches I have no seat in the hall of fame. If the three Fates favor poets in love, On the halls, I'll carve your name. You thrive in my poems and prose - What more can a commoner do? I wish someone would love me - The way I love you.
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