your poem
a sonnet
Jessica
it came from a spark
an essence
pure inspiration
all of which was you
you were spark, essence, inspiration
all of those
then I crafted my words
let the poem form
take shape
as you never did
and still
throughout
your poem
your sonnet
my spirit daughter
my baby
my angel
my life
I hear
echoes
of Stacey
as well
so what do I say
when they ask
as though there
must be
a quick answer
who the poem is
about
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