Creativity takes hold at the least expected time
My mind races with conversations past

You are my inspiration

Refilling my mind with views and opinions
All of which had been suppressed
Or jostled subconciously out of my mind
By people browbeaten

Afraid of meaningful banter and perspective
Of what power these thoughts might invoke

But you provoked it

You encouraged the real me to secrete
Slowly this timid child emerged from concealment
Not the least bit apprehensive or frightened
But rather stronger and grasping a better hold on her prospects

Not a minute goes by that I don’t imagine your face
Knowing I could sketch every shadow and contour from vivid retention
For you are eternally etched into my mind

And though we may not be together
You are mine...
And I am forever yours

Can you empathize why everything appears to be so consummate?


Because it is.