kevchino
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I'll turn,youinto a poem,So then,youI can keep,Take a seat,concreteyour my evidence,Discrete,with elitehide in my closet,This ink,was meantjust for you,Are you aware,of just howsignificant you are,My dear,my armoris what shields you,A golden halo,illuminates the streaksof your hair,Like hope across,your headoh ye of much faith,Landscape,your mindscapeit's all the same,The way you,grab holdof my thoughts,Sensible you,How I dreamof you,Our time,is near toconquer defeat,Hold onto,my handwithout doubt,Am I,good enoughfor you,You came,knocking atmy door with love,The love,from withinwill never die,Your exuberantheart is a giftfrom God.-A poem by Kev Chino'…