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Love Is a Child
Love is a child; it beliefs fairy tales –pleasantries, fantasies, and happy endings.Love is a believer; it blots out reasoninflicts its wounds with unfathomable sensibilityafoot, light-headed it condones deceits’ daring –you can make a man out of an ape.A Rake; can be reformed to… Continue Reading “Love Is a Child”
Completely
Don’t, don’t take me to the dance floor,my passion is too charged with energyit will electrocute you. Don’t lend my hand or heart to a rival;you will never get it back,trust me. I don’t offer soothing words rathera love acquired at great anguish,at a… Continue Reading “Completely”
She’s Not My Queen
At this ungodly hour her rapt knocks at my treasure trove breaths out fire, her urge flush hot.In… Continue Reading “She’s Not My Queen”
I Love You
I I recall your soft lips’ touch on mine its sweet tongue and pleasures given. This I couldn’t resist but relish still as I write this verse I can’t say – “I love you”. II Those fancy words can hardly tell what my half-ripe… Continue Reading “I Love You”
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