Andres Luis Bigote Poet Rhyme

A Matter, of Course

Of course I do
You know it's true 
I'm trying hard 
To not tell you
Every time
In every rhyme
The effort's been
An uphill climb

I like to write
Most every night
Sometimes until
Dawns first light
My thoughts abloom
To edit, groom
Until they're ready 
To consume

Small bouquets
Of poem sprays
Scented words
To start your days
I hope you find
A different kind
Of poem here
I love your mind

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