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She: R.P.

Poetry By: dubl
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A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.


Submitted:Feb 21, 2013    Reads: 21    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


She whom fairies dance about
Melancholic face amid a sea of flame
She, who does not strike at your heart like cupid's arrow
But first grabs hand
Then respiration
Until all thoughts succumb to she
She for whom countless lines have been penned
For in whose presence speech rendered futile
She who shrugs off caution
And stays in your arms
Like an island seeks protection only the ocean can deliver
She will whisper that she loves you
And you will return the sentiment
Not because you have thought about it
Or because you know what love is
But because she is wonderful
She is the light illuminating the darkest corners
Of the coldest planets
In the furthest reaches of your solar system
And there would be no warmth without her





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