The one who lanced the maiden's heart with his sagacious philosophy Poem, by LYNXZELL, at My poetic side

Fatuous

This is Fatuous.

At first, it was idolatry.

The interactions are so sudden.

When we were playing games

Those whispers you threw at me.

I will never forget about it

But I always maundered about it.

You sharply flashed your dark bronze gazes at me

Didn't you notice?

Your Gossamer smile often gets me to squint my eyes

and cause my knees to be feeble

Tried to nexus

But fell flat.

The Quintessence of My Life

I deprive you of contact with me

Yet, numerous maidens who fought for your affection

Or so I thought.

The small conversations turned into high-fives

Your Belgium skin

Is a blossom to me.

You're my autumn.

I hope I never lose you.

I hope my feelings for you

will never twist.

Comments +

Bobby O September 10th, 2023 07:51
Had to dig out my Funk & Wagnals for this one. For years I believed Gossamer applied to like spiderwebs or cobwebs and it’s use here was to modify the smile of a favored character in the piece and that prompted me to unveil its true appliqué and I learned “delicate “syncs here and all day I’m gonna brag about how you helped me learn.

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