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This is as close to a love poem I will ever get to....and , well, when I usually do poems, I have them rhyming-but for some reason something told me to do it not rhyming for this time.
I was a bit confused when I wrote this? I...well...I'm not much of a romantic and I wanted to keep this poem to myself, but I decided to share it with all you lovely people ;)
Personally, I don't think this is my best work. but I hope you enjoy it ;)
Submitted:Mar 5, 2012 Reads: 38 Comments: 22 Likes: 8
His eyes, they taunt
My frail, weak heart
His lips, they speak
Of endless talks
His voice is low
Yet shreds my ears
His passion sets
My mind ablaze
His being makes
My whole frame shake
He’s everything
And my disgrace
And as I look
At this grand man
He speaks to me
I understand…
But as I look
At this grand man
I comprehend
He’s not mine to take
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