You inspire me. My inspiration. I bet you didn’t know. Every time I glance, And see you being creative, Every time you get the chance, I walk away with the motivation, That my work I could also enhance. So that it could be as deep as yours, So perfect, without any flaws, But still careful not to lose my own style. Not as skilled, but very observant. Not as experienced, but still willing to explore, Through my fantascape portal. All so that I can reach a certain level, That can measure up to your literature. So that I can paint a clear picture, Of the love that I want to feel, Love that sometimes doesn’t prove to be real. Love that keeps me turning in that wheel, The Wheel of Emotions… Yet somehow you have helped me, To create a clearer image, And to actually understand what is on the paper.