Write for me what I cannot
You who has the gift of write
You thought of both day and night
Bring closure to set me free
Leave your words maybe of me
Breath of fresh air please come and stay
Tonight bring forth what in me plays
A serenade as only you
Can write for one of love in lieu
Bring me peace not of my maker
Take and be my new salt shaker
Bring the taste of you on page
Bring to me your fire raged
Forgive the puns and metaphors
Know all this I have searched for
But I bring nothing to pay
Except myself, in love to stay
Take hold and run your fingers through
My hair that needs much soothing too
The touch of one who makes things right
Verbal in nature, maybe tonight
Your oxygen as my last breath
Has drawn today now nothing left
But you who stills these waters born
Of pain that swells a heart ours scorned
Be near to me and breathe once more
I've come full circle what I searched for
Is you who seems to know me well
You with words in love we fell
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