My mouth is dry with a thought of birthday wishes. I wish I am I wish come true that My day of birth is so very true and it's in my world I live each day that you are always close and never far away from my hands I clasp together to form every bit of you inside me, I love and inside you my heart.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2011 19:03
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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Comments1
The image is fascinating. The poem itself is sweet, and so touchingly romantic. Hopefully she treasures the speaker's heart and he gets his birthday wish...except, I guess he doesn't, since he just exposed it to the world and wasn't the rule that you keep it secret and only get it if you blew out the candles in the first breath? The part about forming her inside himself seems a rather interesting odd sentiment...did you want to explain it further?...to cheeky?
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