She Writes My PoemA Poem by Brett
She writes my poem,
She is my pen that dances across this page as I compose these words of infatuation over her. As love lingers inside me I sit and contemplate what draws me to her. Time and time again I am reminded of the disguises others have put on, deceiving me into falling in deep sorrowful pits of love with them. Yet I see through her like glass, And as I look inside of her, I see gardens of succulent lips for when I thirst for her kiss, I see rivers that flow passion, affection, devotion, for me. And as I gaze into those angelic eyes, I know this sensation is a glimpse of stunning perfection. © 2014 BrettFeatured ReviewReviews
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