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Shamara Summers Poem
Please sit down at my stable table
I'll gather the tulip shaped glasses
One for me, one for you
If you sit directly in front of me
I'll fill you up with cherry-wine too
Cherry-wine,cherry-wine
Let me fill you up with cherry-wine
Please let me talk to you
I want you to be mine
How your lips touch the tulip shaped glass
You sit and drink the cherry-wine
The darkness and sparks of the cherry-wine
You look into my eyes as I look into yours
Then I start to pour you some more
We are right for each other,great and devine
I just want you to be mine Ms.Cherry-wine
Copyright © Shamara Summers | Year Posted 2007
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Shamara Summers Poem
My love, you mean so much to me.
My love, you are a dove. Every morning you fly by me.
My love, you are a rose I wish to possess on Valentine’s Day.
My love, you are the morning sun. Please don’t go away.
My love, you are my comforter that I sleep under at night.
You are also my teddy bear I hold so close and tight.
You are the pillow I lay under my head.
You are truly the comfort I feel when in bed.
My love, you are truly the moon in the night sky.
My one and only love, you are the one star that catches my eye.
A cloud so dark and nebulous, you must be, appearing so sweet. You give me serenity.
My love, you are my love so quiet, but sometimes bleak.
I still love you. You’re the love I seek.
Copyright © Shamara Summers | Year Posted 2009
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