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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The blue moon crackingly, magnanimously rose, As he creeped in quietly, repressed — inconspicious! His eyes gleaming in appatency yet sorely of passion, Calm are his actions but embedded monstrously of tension. Dulcet words escaped his mouth in intimidating fashion, Beads of sweat rolled down my temples as he stirred conversation, As his vision fixates on me, I knew he has done his first crime, He stole my heart and then I realized he'll soon be mine. I was sad before and I didn't know what happened after, For when I met him, laughter replaced utter deplore, I was enveloped with tears, scars and melancholy, But his next crime of murdering my sorrows made me rosy. The night goes on, the moon and stars are the witnesses, How he came, how he chattered on and on — endless! In his melodies, in his unique locution, his ambrosial morphemes, He tortured me with love and care — I'm clamming out of joy it seems. I am readily prepared to call the police and let him be jailed, For he invaded my ostensibly serene boring night — nailed! Then I knew, not only this night but the days and nights after, Was nipped from the ubiquitous whimpers and clamor. He was truly a criminal— an outlawry in my lonely nights, He continues to steal my heart even after all the fights, He murders my sorrow in his calm yet menacing practice, He tortured me with so much love and care— in his arms I could demise.
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