a poem always called you...

I've written so many poems about you; this is one of them. 

Whenever I think of a poem called you…

For you are a poem
A word that comes to me every now and then
A line that crosses my mind, flows from my heart,
circles my finger, and lands on a piece of paper
Do I ever cross your mind?

I want to memorize it, so I can remember you...

I think about you constantly, so I write about you again
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