If eagles didn't soar each time
a single embrace was felt,
it wasn't love.
If honey wasn't surpassed in taste
compared to each kiss shared,
it wasn't love.
If mountains didn't move;
if butterflies didn't rupture
the rapture within your stomach;
if warm rain didn't make you
smile, and sun rays make rainbows
overhead each time his precious
face was sought,
it wasn't love.
In a list
A contest entry
- MY FIRST CONTEST by charcoal.
600 points, ended August 13, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love him ♥
Comments
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I agree with curious lili. Perfection.
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Aww. The pretty words almost mask the sad truth.
This is a great poem! I've read it like 6 times now. :] -
beautiful write
thank you so much for entering the contest
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