Utterly

"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington Penniless and powerless Naught is utterly mine, 'Cept one significant thing That shall never be thine Take thee my happiness Take thee all my time, Still, I hold the words And I possess the rhyme For poetry, thou cannot claim Be I alive or be I dead, Naught is utterly mine 'Cept thine words thee read.