[Still feeling creative…my word can I be a soppy so-and-so]

The heart of a poet…
I have heard of such
in legend,
lauded in hushed tones of awe.

The heart of a poet
The purest force known to man,
By pen tearing down
the walls of city and soul.

The heart of a poet
liberates all others,
giving them the words, as keys
to open the doors of life.

The heart of a poet?
It is not my heart,
which breaches no wall,
no keys does it bear.

The heart of a poet
is filled with glory and light.
My heart, in its delicacy,
is filled simply with you.

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