You’re the poet he says
I’m not the creative one
But he just doesn’t know himself
And I let him in on the secret
Oh I beg to differ sir
You create constantly, if you only think
You create in me hopes for the future
You create dreams of happiness
You write my love with your fingertips
On skin you turned warm and waiting
You sculpt me into a mound of wanting
With hands so gifted I could cry
Your love paints me in colors of passion
You are an artist in every sense
And I am only a poet
Wanting to express my joy
In all you create
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Hugs,
Felix
wow!
yes he is a creator........!!!