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Poetry By: parkelis

You light up my life and everything in this world.

Submitted:Sep 8, 2010    Reads: 65    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

How can it be,
you are the light of me.
Oh...but your workplace...
of you, there is no trace.
The walls are dull and the floors are gray.
Your light, how does it get through the day?

How can it be,
you are the light of me.
Yeah, but your workplace...
There isn't even a single piece of bright lace.
The chairs have absolutely no flavor,
Your light, how does it manage labor?

Oh! I see!
This, it must be!
You are the candle, the torch, the flash, the fire,
that lights up your workplace with intimate desire.


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