You're this draft of poem that I've tried to write,
The metaphor of sorts that I tried to bring to life.
A draft of poem written and rewritten,
Until I felt beaten and lost all the rhythm.
In the threshold of rhyme and silent thought,
You're the draft of poem my heart really ought.
I never thought I need your heart as a proem,
So I can finally finish this draft of poem.
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