[excerpt]
your elusive spell,
like alchemy...well, my efforts
are but lead to your gold.
Such simple phrases pleasure
in my hearing, your words ring.
The cleverness of unexpected
turns of phrase and rhyme-break
sucked me in.
...and well, I hold you in such
high esteem, not by hypotheticals,
but years and hundreds of songs
which you have lovely sung.
[] Your beauty you may style
[] Your playing you practised long hours
[] Your voice developed with skill
But that wordplay and emotive force
that's inborn gift, my
Love.
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