Dearest me, you are made of words
That are portals to various worlds,,
Leading to servants, queens and lords
And many scenic woods to see.
Leading amidst the great battles,
Describing as the world rattles,
With a plot that never settles
That's twisting round and round wildly.
Leading to the calm of peacetime,
Where relaxation ain't a crime,
Where all people can sing and rhyme,
And watch Netflix sleepily.
May you keep your words together
In times of deep, troubling bother
And raise sad souls to the ether.
May you keep rhyming, persevere.
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