Needing

You’re so alive in my mind,
So with me wherever I go,
You don’t even seem to mind
Whether I stop or no.
And when I sit in my chair
You’re sitting beside me there;
And if I write through the night
Your face sends me its light.
You are my inspiration,
Which every poet needs;
You need my adoration,
My pen gives you its deeds.

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