I Am….

I Am…
I am his disciple
Without a title
I am a devotee
On my heart is his marquee
I am a fanatic
His love is climatic
I am forever his pupil
His instruction worth quadruple
I am his convert
His love overt
I can’t help it I am his fan
His attention I command
I am like a fiend
I am the reaper who came to glean
For him I am the rooter
For me there is no other suitor
He is my transporter
It is almost down to the last quarter
He is my foundation
That has granted me affirmation
My head he has crowned
To him I am bound
I Am…

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