People often ask me
Why I write;
Why I bother to mold such words
Into beauty and song
When all the world can be so rank.
I searched for the answer
In the skies and the ocean blue...
I found it not there, but in being with you.
Years after I have gone from the world,
Visions in my sleep tell me
My friends will say,
“He was so inspiring in a world so dim.”
Those who read my words will say,
“His poetry brought tears to my eyes,
But what I’ll remember most is how
He wrote of Tiffany as if
She were the most beautiful presence in all the world.”
If only I could come back for just a moment
To tell them all,
You really are the most beautiful thing in all this world.......
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