The poet in me comes out,
at the darkest of the times.
She speaks the loudest in agony!
Words, them, found her in sorrow!
They returned, Chivalrous!
Like a wounded warrior,
coming home.
Home it is.
For she is in love with words,
Words that can kill
Or cure.
Words showed her light
In the darkest of times.
Words kept her alive
Through the struggles of life
She was in love with words,
What more can be there to express love to her
Other than the words she loves!
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