Poetry is a language with a pen blink like ink,
All these words but I can't find the right one for you
You add color to my roses like pink,
Always there for me when the rain is dew
You make me bliss like ecstasy,
like steel bars, we can do jail time together
You make my life feel like a fantasy,
you make me feel better
All these words,
but I can't find the right one for you...End!!!

@Jeremiah
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