Would that a word existed so
my feelings it could well define;
For now I’ll have to do with thanks;
Thank you thus for being too fine.
Have I not given you words fine?
If I have, you deserve my thanks;
And that’s because you do define
poetic passion, rhythm, rhyme.
I love you for no reason rhyme,
or perhaps since you love define;
Again I say to you my thanks;
Thanks for spending with me your time.
Should I venture to say please fine
if I forget to say my thanks?
Wish I could my thoughts now define
that pop out like a lava bare.
My views I ween are now too bare,
so wish not to further define;
I cannot but convey my thanks,
Grateful I am; I’ve found my kind.
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