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I spend so many hours on my way
To visit you, with nothing else to do
Other than write. I have a lot to say,
And most of it of course pertains to you,
But even that becomes repetitive
For you to read after I write so much.
So I look out for other themes to give
A try to; yet I've never quite found such
A deep, inspiring, and delightful theme
As you and what you make occur in me.
And so I am defeated in my scheme
To lay those thoughts aside for poetry.
I fail the task, though it was self-assigned:
I cannot write without you in my mind.