A Poet's Haven

To those who know him it is his life.
To listen to him privately it is plaque.
The bane of existence.
But when writes he the words
and picks the strings
it is love.
And the beauty of their love
consumes all who feel
the passion of their love.
For they,
they were meant to love.
And he,
he was meant to write and
pick the strings of his guitar.
And we,
We know of their love,
one note,
one vowel,
one verb at a time.
And it,
It is beautiful. 

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