Love in AweA Poem by MattJust a short poem of a man considering his blessing.
There is nothing contained in all mountains or in seas, That can be played upon by so little or so great, And make music equal in my ears as does your voice. The honey in your eyes swirls and I taste nectar on your neck. I am enchained by your slightest breath, and servant of your purr. It is a thing of tales that we could be. © 2009 MattAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 27, 2009 AuthorMattOHAboutI'm seventeen years old and I live a fun but pretty uneventful life. I'm trying to get deeper into writing and hoping this site will help. I'll try to start reading your guys' stuff as well. more..Writing
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