Smitten.
Do shush while it's written and forgive
my late timing,
now let me explain.
Excuse my naff paper as I have used
all my notelets,
but shall start again.
I caught this obsession, do you know
what has given
my heart so much pain ?
With such condition I expect long
snog-sessions to
stop me going insane.
Has my confession to being quite
smitten seeped yet
into your macho brain ?
If so will you listen while I ask
my next question.
Do you feel the same ?
Should your answer be yes or maybe
then this chick's your
Valentine baby.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2017 04:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Recently saw the fun- image and fancied the rest - - a bit late now for this year but hope you enjoy.
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Comments7
I think we all have felt this way once or twice, good write Fay!
Very good write and bservation.
A fine write.
Yup I enjoy
That is great Fay. The picture is so appropriate!
Bitten by the Dove of Love? So, someone has to ask the question, might as well be you. Why is it so difficult for humans to speak on this subject? We have mouths and tongues for communication, but in love they become almost useless. Great poem Fay, loved it. - Phil A.
A soft wishing with passage of time is marked very well here. Embarrassment is excused really. This amazes mind while anyone puts blood question. Open confession to being with a season of love. Interesting poem is shared.
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