Am I the person you speak of?
This is the utmost flattering.
My smile shines brighter than even the brightest named star in our galaxy;
My heart, an athletic gymnast,
doing somersaults perfected for your appreciation,
but I don't think I'm the person you speak of.
You speak of - a sent by GOD that you're not worthy to be in the presence of, but I'm being faithful -
The role should be reversed...
You are a trusty & so faithful,
as I- I am more a housewife You dare not bring to mother.
I am not the person you speak of.
I am the person who will stay up all night getting no rest because you are on my mind,
when words that don't even mention you conjure you up.
Oh, I wish that English was easy enough to speak around you
for the person you text relies on autocorrections to be able to sound of a fair mind to you.
So yes, oh dreamer,
it is your illusion that's left you a drift that then led you to stumble upon me
hoping to accompany me upon my path over & over again & to that I shall not complain.
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