by ElliotPhaber

Created on: April 04, 2010

Oh Jessica, won't you write me one more bit of prose?

I don't mean to impose, but you paint those words so well.

I desire to one day be much like you, so I must suppose

That we can meet one day and things will go swell.

My biggest dream would be to write a line or two with you.

No, I don't have a crush on you, but I respect you greatly

And I want to write as well as you do one day too,

But the words just haven't been coming to me lately,

So I thought I'd try my luck by writing this page right here.

As you can see, you are the subject and my joy is obvious.

I no longer find the need to think about my writing fear

Because to the greatness of the written word I am no longer oblivious.

Jessica, my favorite poetic mind in the entire world, won't you see this one day?

Hope, if I may, and I will - we are both poets in this world now.

And I'd like to be so bold as to suggest if I may:

On the grandest stage, the poetic stage, might we together take a bow?

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