Her caring touch clogs arteries,
Prevents the flow of blood.
She shot love’s arrow into me,
And filled my heart with splintered wood.
She told me love could be digressed.
It would always pull me through.
She would undress, unless depressed,
And then a hug would have to do.
I point the blame into your mirror,
A reflection like the sun,
A little hope a tiny glimmer,
Can she be the one?
Spinning round outstanding motion,
As I look into your eyes
It must have been a sleeping potion,
As I fall into the sky.
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Written July 6th, 2006
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You are a very talented young man! Great job here. I am always impressed by a love poem that I like. They are often so predictable and tired. Keep up the good work and thanxs for sharing with us! -
I really like this poem! very nice! well done! keep writing more poetry soon!
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I love your poems, they're different and deep, i love the way they rhyme and flow so nicely - keep up the great work... Mareta
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I like the wierdly distorted way you deal with romance, stripping it to what it really is. Touch clogging the arteries and arrow filling the heart with splintered wood are very good. You will go places.



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