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He

He is a bowl of soup when I'm ill,
And a circle - ongoing with no sharp edges,
He is a teddy, sat waiting on your pillow,
A well fitted bra - close to your heart,
And the calming baby blue.
He is a warm fire on a snowy day,
And the rainbow after it rains
He is the tranquil loch,
And a cheesy chick - flick,
He is a four leaf clover,
A panda - rare and spectacular.
He is your eyes guiding you,
Your voice - sweet and high.
And the watch on your wrist.
He is a warm autumns day,
And your Earth orbiting the sun.

Author notes

About my boyfriend - all in metaphors.
Written January 14th, 2006

A contest entry

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  • annatheangry
    July 22, 2006
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    Great

    "A well fitted bra - close to your heart,"
    That's wierd, but it totally makes sense once you think about it. Good analogies.
    I would applaud, but I'm out of points....


  • PlayLikeWeAreInLove gold member
    January 14, 2006
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    aww this is sweet...doesnt fit my contest though, but nice poem!
    byz
    ~Tainted}