Passion Without Derivative.
Live 4 Her, I Know I Live 4 Her.
Blur Of My Lonely Eyes But No Tearfall.
Doll, She Is. The Best Thing Going.
Having Her Is Something, Having Her Is Everything.
King Me As Soon As Her Queen Affords Me Utter Acceptance.
Dance Of Faeries On High As I Dream On The Discovery Of Her Experience.
Intense This Thing I Feel...This Thing Called Love Over Her Divine Beauty.
Prayerfully Patient, I Remain, As We Cordially Wrap This Sensitive Discussion.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: July 25th, 2023 12:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Any Partakers?
- Category: Love
- Views: 3
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