A. (long-drawn thoughts)A Poem by M.Dhow hard is it to control the feelings... I always took pride in being in control of myself and thoughts. Sometimes however...Sleepless city stews fires towards the morn When heat from the streets comes only from hands Lazy smoke lifts to the ceiling higher and higher He very desires to her's voice admire Wherever has he been, her wouldn't he forget He keeps in mind every instant heard he "yes" In springtime blooms her smile he sees it each time, but realizes and sighs It's time to end this long pause Selecting for the pattern new puzzles Whatever happened long ago, it's time to pardon No matter who first, love knows no pride to hear her prowling about the house. © 2012 M.DAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 12, 2012 Last Updated on January 12, 2012 AuthorM.DSingaporeAboutNo...[Takes her hand and leans in to whisper] because I took your pulse. Elevated. Your pupils dilated. I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simpl.. more..Writing
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