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November

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It was a day so precious to remember
Close to the end, of sweet November
Our first kiss together, so ever tender
Truly incredible as I could remember.

Inside of my heart, nervousness grew
Being with you, my dream come true
The city so beautiful was in our view
My heart racing as I was close to you.

Inside my heart I knew you belonged
The night playing us a romantic song
So cold outside, as our night went on
Your gentle kiss I desperately longed.

I leaned in forward, for your soft kiss
Truly passionate, as I tasted your lips
Such a kiss, so precious to remember
On a special day, in sweet November

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  • Skyhawk-Lustrus
    June 1

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    Lovely

    Beautifully a wonderfully, exceptionally drawn emotions of the soul, delicate as of passion, from true love. Gentle as a first kiss that is not sure or gently awaiting the outcome of the kiss in the body and sense to send a message.


  • spirit rising
    December 28, 2008

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    your poetry has so much love and beauty within it, it utterly beautifull, you have a great tallent of drawing the reader in and wrapping them in such softness and love, your poems are a great pleasure to read.


  • nature
    December 20, 2008

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    To find love on earth....

    ....and know how it feels is greater than any other emotions.
    Softly you tread into emotions with you love;Under the church and the influence of the moon high up.
    Lol
    Forcing me, So you can walk away with the GOLD.


  • RikkiRae silver member
    December 19, 2008

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    This poem is soft, almost delicate as loved blooms to thriil you and warm your soul. It is how love sould be, not instantly passionate but to grow hour be hour, day by day. For love is in reality a delicate flower that can so easily be torn asunder, so let it grow at its own pace to reach full bloom and fill you with Happiness.