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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I must have seen your face a thousand times each time making me yearn even more; my heart feels the warmth, oh! how sublime taking my attention from the ravages of war. I love the way you wriggle your shoulders but makes me jealous when you flirt with him; still i long for your company, oh! heartbreakers though the chances of meeting is so, so slim. My focus on thee, my sweet, sweet K quenches the flames of this ravaged heart; despite wounds and broken bones, i am ok just a wink from thee tears my soul apart. Your sweet eyes gives me mileage to last the hours that pass seem ever so fleeting; as a mother who coddles her child thus fast so your company is desired and most revealing. Your presence in mind's lull catches my breath i forget for a moment that i'm driving my car; as my soul yearns for love's mad dash i smile as i think of you from afar. Though the spirit of error intends to spoil my happiness thus remains steadfast in love; though the evil doth make my love-blood boil the vision of you, gives wing to doves. So, i'll keep pining for you, dearest Ms K i thank you for the love that still persists; to carry me on this journey's fray i'll walk alone now, but not in defeat. Even moments of love bursts in my thoughts ne'er to fail me, i embody joy; till the next time, my heart is wrought your stunning looks rivalling the Helen of Troy.
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