Introspection
Why do my poems lack new thought?
For the theme never seems to change;
Why each day do I look for words sought
To bring diverse meanings that aren’t strange?
I seem to be captive to feelings all the same
And don't carry my words in another dream;
For what I write almost speaks my name
And brings light to my secret gleam,
Showing how my inner soul created
The words of love I speak for you;
For indeed dear, we two are mated
And all that was old is now new.
For as the earth renews from new to old,
So my love for you again needs to be told.
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