I am the giver, I am the taker
I am the one they call Poetry Maker
I search the world for a thirsty soul
To let him drink from my silver bowl
And once he's tasted my magic wine
He'll always thirst for things divine
Then I will pour forth words of grace
Like kisses on a lover's face
And thoughts will form, the words will grow
Beyond what human hearts can know
And words that burn like flaming fire
Will torment him with wild desire
And tumble from his lip and pen
'Til he sits down to write again
Beware ,O human, do not think
That just because my wine you drink
And feel the words that leap and soar
That you may come within the door
Remember-you may only see
What lies beyond eternity
So, write the words that can inspire
But do not walk into the fire
The words may flow and hearts may touch
But do not dare to love too much
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