Dedicated to the one who first inspired me with poetry.
I look back to the day I was born
nine years ago when I first saw you.
I was but mortal, broken and torn.
You were divine and knew what’s true.
Today, alas, I see you no more.
You immortalized me, nevertheless.
I must have disgusted you for sure.
But know that I shall never regress.
I never got to thank you, my love.
You gave me what no other could.
You gave poetry, a calling from above.
I shall write like no mortal would.
Your grace and glory are etched
into my soul and I’ll never die.
Your face into my eyes is sketched.
I know that this was never a lie.
Carry on, my love! I wish you peace.
Know today I write my gospels with ease.
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