Love to a Poet, that's what she said,
lightly brushing her fingertips
across his forehead.
With soft eyes she leans to him
and gives a tender kiss.
His lips feel soft, like clouds in a dream.
Staring into his dark blue eyes,
she gets lost in them and feels so alive.
Placing her hand on his cheek she
finally understands where shes mean to be.
She takes his hand and gazes
back into his loving eyes,
she sighs and says,
"I'll love you till the day I die."
My Poet, My Love
what ya think?
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Beautiful
This is a quite impressive piece of writing here. The picture you created with your words is indescribable. All I can say is you did an awesome job here.
keep it real
-Nikki
p.s. in line 10 is it "where she means to be" or "where she's meant to be"
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gOod Job!
You guys did a great job on this. and you b0th have some awes0me talent!! keep up tha' awesome work!!
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