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Jesus Rodriguez Poem
The way a little kid glances at a toy
Is the way I look at you.
The boy at a remote control car with the look of joy
The girl at the doll not looking away, eyes on it like glue
They want to scream and shout
Until they have it in their grasp
They look to the left
They look to the right
They think of theft
They want to put up a fight
They see it as beauty.
It is truly.
You are my toy.
Don't let that figure trick you, it's only a speech decoy
You are my panda
Take me by the hand and be the toy I am proud to flaunt
One of a kind you are to me, come and be my taunt
They will not have you, in my arms you'll be
Smile on your face full of grace
Lights up the room with glee
Your laugh leaving behind a trace
Of your presence. Adding so much excitement,
leaving my heart in a race.
Copyright © Jesus Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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Jesus Rodriguez Poem
Pretty faces are easy to find.
But finding that pretty face that matters most,
you have to climb.
The pretty face I've witnessed now,
I've gotten to know the host.
The features that compliment the gorgeous face makes me Up from Down
I'd travel across the town and more, for a mere hug.
Her hair so long and black that uses the wind to chime
so much beauty in one person is too abundant to take.
But when you leave my side
All I can do is shrug
Until you're back in my arms.
You are my moon in the night,
For you moves the tides of my day.
you are my sun,
refracting and internally reflecting your rays in my rain
Brightening up my day with the colors of a spectrum in my sky.
The only word I seem suitable for you is
Absopositivelygorgeouslybeautifulyamazinglyastonishing.
Copyright © Jesus Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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