My First Love

A Poem by Burr the Story Sorceress

It is sitting before me in my reach

Next to my ever faithful reading passion

It is styled to fit into my hand

With its birthmark of blue, red, and, white

Inside the clear bottle is my dearest,

Cold as the winter air, dark as the night,

A wonderful treasure from the heavens

Meeting with my tongue and bringing me joy.

© 2010 Burr the Story Sorceress

Author's Note

Yes, you guessed it. Another English class poem.

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Moalix

wow you would * shakes head*

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Burr the Story Sorceress

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