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He says she saysHe says: My beautiful writer holds grace with quill Sweet flower of beauty my dreams be still She writes with conviction so it does seem My Poetess, my muse, she's my life's dream She says: My beautiful music, he's my ‘saving grace' Sweet melody surrounds in harmonic embrace He strums my heartstrings, so it does seem My soulmate and lover, he's my life's dream P. S. I love you....x.x. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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