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My pen won't dry up

The ink never ceases to flow,
For my thoughts of you, they never go.
Page after page, they take their form,
A torrent of words, a literary storm.

Some shared with the world, others just for you,
Capturing the moments we shared, the things we do.
In dreams and waking, my pen takes flight,
Bringing to life my deepest, burning desire.

The words, they dance across the page,
Tuning the strings of passion's endless stage.
Together we revel in this company divine,
Your presence, my muse, a symphony sublime.

No end in sight, this endless refrain,
For your essence, your spirit, I cannot contain.
My pen, my conduit, my vessel of love,
Pouring out my heart, like a blessing from above.

So fear not, my darling, my pen will never run dry,
For as long as you exist, my words will never die.
They flow, they ebb, like the tides of the sea,
Forever etching our love for eternity.
Written by moroccanpoet
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