No ComparissonA Poem by NevilleFutile loveNO COMPARISSON Your eyes resemble The dark polished wood Of damson trees Whilst your hair is Every shade of evening I have ever seen You make me laugh and turn me on Even in blossom, the blushing magnolia Hides from your complexion In shame Crimson cherries Bow their heads Against your lips It would be A crime to kiss them Therefore it would seem I must try To love or like you less
© 2013 NevilleAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on December 7, 2013 Last Updated on December 7, 2013 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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