You like a crossword
With cryptic clues,
I the lonely sky,
Alone with its blues.
You the veiled night-
A mystery unbound,
I just a whisper
On the edge of sound.
You the jet plane
Swifter than mind,
I the grey plume
Trailing behind.
You impenetrable silence
Thick as a wall,
I in the wilderness
A despairing call.
You the soul of poetry,
Soaring flight of birds,
I the hopelessness
Of hastily strung words.
You a dark cloud
Pregnant with rain,
I a mere poet-
Ordinary, insane.
Strange is this world,
Stranger its thought,
For while you love me,
I just do not!
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