They have asked me your name

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They have asked me your name
It makes them very curious
Whom anonymity hides?
And in my poems can shine.
I fear I cannot answer them
Since you are not real
I don't have to confess to them
That I can only imagine you.
For me you are part of a story
Product of my fantasies
In my mind I can invent you
And in my writings you come to life.
Someday you will come true
Little doll of flesh and blood
Today I'll have to settle
With the princess of my dreams.
Please take your place
The time of the day has come
When it's your turn to inspire
To this poet, his new poetry.