Dead tired like a log washed up on a foriegn shore.
Set will for the one I love.
Pounds of groceries, carried miles for love.
Tattered feelings held back in heated conversation...
Feelings of her heart, deserve my respect.
Little things that she appreciates...
Cleaning the plates under suds of surrender... not being asked.
Holding my tongue when wishing to strike out.
Love notes of passion are embers of honesty.
Sincere and thoughtfull gestures resonate through her day.
Acts of love from me to her.
Recipe of care
Repeat daily
A contest entry
- simple contest by Avendesora Dreamer.
700 points, ended September 1, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please use constructive criticism!
Comments
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oh wow...you are a sweetheart and I love your recipie...one thing that I would say, tho, is that it most definatly could have more flow, like instead of "Dead tired like a log washed up on a foreign shore. Set will for the one i love." try "Dead tired like a log washed up on a foriegn shore, with will set for the one I love"
thanks for your entry!
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