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My Whole Life

She labours hard all day. I work all afternoon. We try to meet halfway Between the sun and moon. She feeds me love's buffet A feast ending too soon. I feel I'm misty spray And She's this years monsoon But as a selfish man I hope that I go first For I'm not sure I can Live with sorrow's cloudburst I'm a spoon, She's the knife. My typhoon, My whole life

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Date: 6/17/2017 11:24:00 AM
A very beautiful romantic poem, such a lucky lady she is to get someone who cares for her, and love her so much that he can t bare the thought of livijg without her, you ve expressed your feelings beautifully in this poem, a well written one however I m new on this site and would really appreciate if you could find time to read my poems and give your honest reviews about them
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Date: 3/16/2017 10:04:00 AM
Aww ;) splendid pen and one lucky lady to be so poetically embraced! xomo
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Date: 3/16/2017 10:06:00 PM
Thank You! I'm the lucky one tho.