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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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In Response To My First Poem
First poem Gentle the touch of smooth brushing kisses. Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will. Tender the night of eye's hungered wishes, Calm are the hearts beating faster still. Warm is the breath that crosses the spaces. When love is the spring to time's winding clock. Tremors from fingers that leave trailed traces. Gives patience the key, that opens the lock. Lost in the moment when melding is King. Traveling in sync from rushes within. Finding paradise in flight without wing, Sacred, vulnerable rejoicing in. Time is in motion and time will stand still. Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will. Response Smooth are the kisses, textured and warm. Softly I welcome you, Softly I do. Closed are the eyes as touch will inform, To welcome the love we find that is true. Close is the space when breath is taken, And the passing of time begins to slow. Traces from fingers, never forsaken, Opens the lock to the hearts now aglow. King in a realm where lovers are merging. Found by the altar of emotions pure. Where just needs and paradise are surging, And the sanctity of love is secure. Time is in motion and time will ensue. Softly I come to you, Softly I do. contest In response to my first poem 9/30/15
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