I can't properly describe
What it means to be here-
She told me to write a happy poem
And I told her I would
But she will read it and say
"You've done it again"
This moment is perfect
It shines like a star, like a birth-
I reach out in my mind
And find a jewel in every memory
But still she frowns
And calls me "sad poet"
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