What else is there to say? You know how I feel
The inner thoughts, the outer displays, the adulation
Whose heart can cease to sing when touched by an angel
Interweaving fabrics of the heart, bringing us closer
In a world of quagmire and confusion, you make sense
An inventive star, flying high in a midnight blue sky
Emitting a glow that spreads like a morning sunrise
Penetrating the souls of squires, setting pens afire
Wiritng the world's sweetest literature in your honor
Filling volumes, your sweetness blessing each work
Sweet nothings, poems, songs, novellas, and the like
Artists doing their job; you, beautiful inspiration
Their pen hits the paper, their voices hit the mic
Every word, a small stitch in an intricate tapestry
Becoming the most precious thing the world has known
And on that note, I hold up art, with this message:
Look what I made for you....
-B
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