I’m in love with a warrior artist.
He fights demons without making a fist.
I have watched him battle, with pen in had, he is the bravest!
I know his shoulders are not the broadest
and he is not considered part of the A list.
However, this is sadly the plight of any true artist.
He came into my life when it was the bleakest.
The world seemed to be wrapped in a suffocating evil mist.
His words slashed away at my gray existence proving he is the bravest!
I know, you are right. My opinion is biased.
But wanted to let you know about this great man…or at least a gist.
I want all to know of my love, the artist.
He entered my life when I was at my bluest
and gave me what I needed to have other colors with a twist.
Men, full of brawn, were…
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