Riddle Me This

Written very late at night, for no apparent reason.

Riddle me this,
My dear, my dear,
Find me a phrase,
Concise and clear.

Let me rework it
And play until dawn,
Finding its facets
‘Til streetlights are gone.

I shall compose-
For you, my dear-
A work of your phrase:
Pick well, with cheer.

Choose it with thought,
Be cautious and slow,
And never forget it
Wherever you go.

For I’ll riddle for you,
My dear, my dear,
And when we’re apart,
I’ll still be near.

The End

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