When I was a river dried up,
You came to rain a flood,
Quenching my thirst for love,
Fulfilling the unyielding desires.

From the ink of your soul,
Words flowed like a stream,
Stroking your perfect curves,
Ignited the concealed passion.

Parched papers and dauntless pages,
Irrigated the dried up canals of my life,
The love for you shall always pertain,
As I would remain, a writer by heart.

From the ever so lovely Kyra92

My reply to her...

You poured like a rain,
To set my heart on fire,
You showed me the truth,
When the world called us liars.

You turned the sun cool,
I made the moon hot,
You completed my line,
When the world thought us a dot.

You were my paper,
I became your pen,
The world called us mad,
Because we had a different lens.

Words were in a heap,
When you became my cart,
Whatever the world says,
We'd remain a writer by heart.

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First ever jamming session.
Who knew it was so much fun.