In one my hand a cup of coffee
The other takes your breath away
If you ask me, I'm a profe
Who writes in very humble way
I love to be spontaneous, each line
A chaos in array,
my woman's mind, cup of coffee,
a spirit that will not decay.
I tried to write on themes of nature
Yet inner nature captured me
My circle knows many faces
They all have flee
I write of thee
To write of thee, a certain pleasure
Each time it thrills no less than first
To spill my love without measure
Onto the canvas of my verse
when lonely myself i find
The heart enjoys the thoughts of thee
And words in debris freshly found
Accompany you, mon ami
You think I am ignorant person
That egoistic, she burns her life
Au contraire, better version I dream to be
For you my love.


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