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The blank pages of my hearts' book

Await a poet's mastery

And until that author creates,

Its poems remain a mystery.



No ordinary man will do

Or the covers will remain glued.

It's not physical form I seek

But a mind that's beautiful nude



And a pure and generous heart

Willing to meld itself to mine.

These are the riches I treasure-

The good man to whom I incline.



So speak to me not of great wealth

Unless you mean of faith and trust.

The book of my heart is open

For a poet I deem august.