By this eye
Can tell I
Receptive, besides, to my
Quaint genus
Dim, down-bent
Frailly leant
Lower still, to it what's sent:
Smiles o'erplus!
Bloom, minute.
Snowdrop cute.
Others? For his sake stay mute!
Each scent suss!
Harmless its outlook
World's from that city
From out each wooed nook
Breathed, as blown through!
A small hut's, small bay's;
And for sea cavern's
What as deep, sunrays
Dives love, into.
Source of his princely uplift.
Of his mood's proud joy.
Whom, wave on wave, affectionate
Kisses one way blows!
Of this morn's beautifying.
And at springtime's height!
Of this renewed hope's, a new age
In the heart precedes.
Love's, what each gardener concedes
The loveliest glows.
the two- ton Iowa steer gave me a ***** leer
over hear, dear, come be my ever-loving peer.
Smile sheer, he wore rings in his nose and right ear.
I resolved not to go near until I had consumed my beer.
Nothing to fear bellowed the steer. Over hear dear, over here!
Dee was the kind of a bunny who wanted romantic love.
Her gentleman caller was sent from somewhere way up above.
Lee was polite, smart, dapper, and he brought carrots so sweet.
His polite manners, and daily kindnesses were a welcome treat.
She felt horrible when he told her that he was moving to Kalamazoo.
Until he said “Of course, you are coming, for I am marrying you.”
Cheerily blew ocean breeze in beach-park
Till fiery tides climbed bouncing giant rock
Spurred on by the churning clouds hosting dark
As hazy winds ravaged paths on your walk
Rattling lashing gust where fishing boats dock.
Stranger were we, till blinding storm hit blast
Pouring pelting rain on our budding talk,
Waddling needlessly in each other's past--
Alas, like summer rain, our amour faded fast!
Yet I stayed, wooed by nascent azure sky
Charmed anew by rising violet hue
Dispersing vestiges of storm gone by
Enchanting crowds in periwinkle view
As you returned bearing secret you knew
Ready for the prize with smile in your eyes
Admiring beauty in portrait I drew
Starring just you beneath amorous skies
Depicted by my hands sporting romantic highs.
June 28, 2018
men have always wooed me with music
songs concerts mixed tapes and cds
boxes and buckets and tickets of music
a hand extended listen to this so you know
what I'm
trying to say
men have always wooed me with music
the sweetest way into my heart
when its so hard impossible to say how your feeling
or what you wish could be
do you know how I feel
when I hear this
song?
I feel like I love you
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