She's the Clouds
In me flows, a creativity,
with no question, wants to come out.
However, sometimes there's, a dry spell,
leading me, to my inspirational drought.
Her the clouds, in my desolate sky,
pours her beauty, upon my, valley below.
There then lays, me a beautiful garden,
of which, she has help, to then grow.
From her comes, my hope,
out of happiness, I shed a tear.
For she, is my love, and inspiration,
whom to heart, I truly, hold dear.
Copyright © Sean Matthews | Year Posted 2007
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