Dear poemia, I am writing this love poem directly for you my love,
no one can not have access to this poem only you my precious glove,
Whose poems are like soft fabrics made from China's bove,
Your poems have cunning gifts with soft sensitive lines thereof
Except all ill writers at ease with fidgeting
fingers:
When uncertainty becomes known in the mind that lingers,
You fabricate extraordinary thoughts at home; deftly and steady that dingers.
Unpredictable dear, the texts written in abstraction with terror,
Poems shrinking small, some enlarging it's incredible sharer,
Yet leaping up from the apologetic seat holding it's carer.
Misfits appearing in any space. And always on time to upload it's sensible taste.
But only with words and love move at ease.
Just like in traffic maneuvering, and keeping us focus at our knees.
Forgetting notes in preparation,
The idea of loving the way you were created is like decoration.
Be with me, always darling, my dear sweet poemia, early and late.
Your name brings music to my ears for your sake.
Stand by me my love, and I promise I will never go a day without inking your precious name in every way.
From: Ciara, love
To: Poemia
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