Something that my words are unable to capture:
You were the novel, a tome I dared not conclude,
Yet the final page, in endless reverie, I pursued,
A thousand times, its words I traced with fervent sighs,
In your prose, I found a universe where my heart lies.
Poet: Ineffableπ€π«£
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