Partner In Prose





To me, the words just don't do it.

I mean, something is always missing.

You see, it's not me that makes sense of it.

My partner is to take care of that mess.



I like it when you come to me

To tell me when I've "not yet begun"

Or really tried to give up what's in me,

It's you that really make writing fun



Or even worth my while for the time it takes

To scribble down all the words

From my heart, so that you may know me

Enough so we'll never cross swords.



Now, I've failed to mention my need for you

To fulfill for me all your dreams

Because without your whole heart

to absorb my soul

My love will burst at the seams.  

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Because without your whole heart
to absorb my soul
My love will burst at the seams.............WOW