Why is it when you speak or write those words you enlighten me and it's a great awakening
You make feel at ease relieving me of all the things I wish I could say
Like an old school hip pop jazz, the way time is indisputably seconds when you speak
The colloquy we have is more of a show and I'm in the audience yelling I'm your biggest fan
In a way that could coerce a train to fly the way you cultivate your words
They fly out of you straight to my soul easing all
With an accent that makes them travel back in time to where things were simpler
A place I'd waste time listening to you as you fill me with the nourishment of those words
There an earthly comfort but so divine going down like a vintage wine
The New York Times can't compare to the art you breathe making Ted Talks plead for you
Your words are my passion unlocking someone or something new
Composing them with a childlike soul in your eyes and heart of a master poet
A true prophet that speaks to the people
They are my friends in rain or shine my greatest protection
The true delight a feast that I pray never ends
Those words are truly a gift and all I want is to tell every one of your greatness
My one wish is that you would never give up and continue to live and evolve around me
That you constantly transcend new levels and you always fill me with
Your words
Thank god for those words that I will never let go