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These aren’t words My words are mirrors Reflecting the inner magnificence That floats as you I don’t want to be a writer Call me a camera trying To capture real moments I’m not trying to be a poet I’d rather be a tattoo artist My words writing permanent Feelings onto your soul My love painting Rembrandt oil stains On perfect chest Canvases beating Marvelous Baby you don’t walk You float across my thoughts too I’ve never heard your voice Only angels whispering She’s the one Defying laws of nature Rose blossoms even When we aren’t together I don’t write you poems These are pictures Of my perfect life The life you made You are the real poet Write the best poems Tell me you love me too