Poetry 104

Be it thousand violin or just one string of a guitar,
You are the lyric to my music.

Be it thousand colors of life or just the black of darkness,
You are the shade to my painting.

Be it thousand lines or just one word of a message,
You are the word I spell out.

Be it thousand dreams or just moment of reality,
You are the visual I see.

Be it thousand miles or just one step ahead,
You are the journey I want.

Be it thousand pictures or just the selfie,
You are the memory I cherish.

Be it thousand laughter or just the naughty smile,
You are the only joy.

Be it thousand days of silence or just the moment,
You are what I miss the most.

Be it thousand relations or just no one ever,
You are above all forever.

Be it thousand feelings or just the emotion,
You are what I love the most.

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