My Drug of Choice
by Kay Rice
Beauty is seen with your gentle eyes,
With your words, you paint the skies,
And share with me a vision grand,
Of places which to me are far off lands.
Sights so grand that cause a breathless stare,
You weave into words that transport me there,
The sounds are so beautiful, they are nature’s voice,
You send to me in gifts, unwrapped, I rejoice.
All the joy that lifts you up high,
Has given me a new reason to try,
As you present this beauty as its host,
You seem to have become my drug of choice.
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