He writes for me.
His love poems are superior poems.
Critics say,
Stunning language, spectacular expressions.
But I know him beyond his poems.
He writes well.
I feel no connections.
Because I know him beyond his poems.
2
Lines from poems, famous poems.
He knows, I know.
Many of such poems he talks, I talk, we share.
Bond of common taste, sharing is a thrill, of course.
Something is missing somewhere,
Beyond this bond we go nowhere.
He knows, I know.
3
He completed my poem.
My half-done poem.
He read my mind, knew my feelings, spoke my heart.
He did the poem. Entire poem. Just the way I wanted.
He sent me a poem.
His half-done poem.
I can finish it, the way he wants it.
That's for sure.
I know the expressions he's searching for.
3.5
I did the poem.
His half-done poem.
Between the lines,
Dropped a line (demurring) - I am yours,
Lovingly and passionately yours...
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