The intensity to which her carefully selected words speak turns my thought into a new channel.
Convoluted was my mind but inclined it was to learn her simplicity
And I dare not speak of her comeliness - the finely cut face to which the seven seas glisten in the warmth of her eyes. Her profile alone speaks volumes about the radiance of the moon in her smile; and also about my glimpses casted like wishes in a wishing well.
When she talks about all that fascinates her, her pupils dilate.. And - and I remember every word she says.
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Author:
Abu Aeesh (
Offline) - Published: July 9th, 2017 12:47
- Category: Love
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Such a pretty poem about how she makes you feel!! Love it! Wish I had someone saying things like this to me! Great structure too. "My glimpses cast lime wishes in a wishing well" is my favorite!
Ohh you will have someone saying things like this, hopefully more than this. That's my wish for you
Haha thanks!
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So beautiful!
Thank you
Ah, love it. She sounds perfectly beguiling. Great spill, poet.
Oh she is! Thank you
To remember is to feel. Fascination is grand. Good work sir.
"to remember is to feel" I love that. Thank you
You're very welcome!
some love story good poem
Thank you.
Good loving write, may her words forever be with you.
Amin. Thanks!
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