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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 100 days to that day The stars clapped When the cap with your lip print Landed in my hand, so perfectly and clear, The print of your lips I could almost trace So I cut to the chase, while my heart race To the denial that I’ve got feelings for the lace That follows your essence as you move past me. Clearly you do not see me Obviously my feeling does not scream The cream on my lips that I keep plum does not suggest My luminous corner craving your attention does not say. The obvious luscious body in the dress I chose does not communicate. Clearly my actions do not shout enough. So, I wait for the 100th day. For it was a 100 days to the perfect day When expressing love in words is in order. In wait I count down the days 100 to one. At one you were still the one None had my attention None Held my heart arrest in the rhythm yours did. Every word I chose stood pointed to you Every expression expressly about you Every choice of color as hot as you Mine was yours and only yours I watched you walk toward my beckon Without reservation your steps bold towards me I can swear I forgot to breathe All I could hear was my heart beat to your steps Though concrete and silent it was far reaching and controlling One I did not resist. Just a fraction of that attraction I harbored and labored to control Over powering as I Handed you the piece of me That piece of hard paper that could only carry the words, “Be My Valentine.”
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