The Writer I Love Poem by Dee Gey

In realms beyond where thoughts reside,
I watch this man I most admire.
In the deepest corner of his soul,
I can tell that the writer in him takes control.

A master of dialogues, sharp and witty,
My writer paints emotions, deep and gritty.
Through countless drafts, he tirelessly revised,
Perfecting every detail until the story thrives.

In every stroke of his pen or tap on the keys,
He's like weaving words onto tapestries.
With every script he writes, a masterpiece is born
Leaving audiences spellbound.

His words paints portraits of heroes and villains,
Of saints and sinners, and all in-between.
His fingers tapping, his ideas flowing.
Breathing life into fictional beings,

So here's to my brilliant writer, a true artist.
Whose imagination knows no limit.
May his scripts touch hearts, scenes come alive,
For they are the keepers of stories that will forever survive.