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Bring me the point of being adulation.

To love your lips, I earn some praise.
My tongue you dip, their laugh to raise.
Hunger without words, my feet drowned.
You strove in crowd; they left its frowned.
Consider me in bold revere.
Yet I have no gold heart severe.
For every jewel, you cover.
For beauty, I was not lover.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/18/2016 11:44:00 AM
Muhadzis Ghafur, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 12/5/2015 10:02:00 PM
Muhadzis, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing. Luv ~SKAT~
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