You, my angel,
Make me think, of nothing,
But poetry,
You're all the sonnets,
Waiting for creation,
Within my soul,
You are, my rhymes,
And my songs,
Dwelling, within my heart,
You are every, verse and lyric,
Embedded, deep in my mind,
You are the one, I am in love with,
My Goddess on earth,
You're the meaning,
Of pure devotion,
My inspiration,
For all, I have written,
And thought of,
Now, then and till,
The day, I die,
Or,
I am swallowed,
By an ocean.
BY: William Bonilla........9/23/02
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