You made me a poet,
Whose poems are often found to be filled with your imaginations.
You made me a thinker,
Whose thoughts generally arise by your delusions.
You have changed me, mere from a person to a personality.
A company with you, makes me nowhere in world to any others view.
You made me a criticizer,
Whose critical views are for his own life (without you).
You made me a photographer,
Whose eyes capture only the face of yours.
You have brought a desire,
A desire of you only and rest be in fire.
A walk with you,
Makes me to run on to the heaven and dew.
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