I'm a poet.
My eyes strain to remain open
For any sign of inspiration.
And what do I find, usually?
Some flowers, a romance, a creature,
A friendship, a sorrow, some tenderness.
But whatever these things bring me,
No matter how magical or breathtaking,
It all fades, disintegrates in comparison.
Compared to the passion and energy
Exuding from me at the thought of You:
My King, my Savior, my Creator!
You are my only inspiration which truly
Gives my heart wings to fly.
How could I dare imagine any satisfaction
In these other trvial things?
Things which are fading and fleeting,
Dashing away from me at all sides.
Only my God and His undying love
Will rest with me forever.
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