Oh to know Love to the light if day and dark of night the lips of me trembled
A touch upon the heart tenderly settles rescuing her from deep slumber in sorrow's tomb for emotions to whisk away like violet petals in flight on a sole journey within passion's swoon
Yet she's a woman in need of serious loving starved lips sigh and tears fall silent within an orchestra of solitude's pain as a soul keeps pulling at wanton urges it's almost mystical such blissful recollections of yesterday's interludes wane
Still battling on in the name of love's consistent war the prize for victory a key to the heart that's keeps giving more
As she waits for him to embrace her and with love he takes the flower of her field of life
Virgin Poet is a plagiarist. It's been proved she stole her post F**k Me in Verses (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/VirginPoet/659866/) from a user on DUP: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/12019/ If you scroll down on the latter link you'll find this comment:
"I LOVE this poem wish I had thought of it in the way you did. You should read my poem "Devour me" cause reading ur poem makes me feel like that all over again. You know the feeling of butterflys and all that excitement that comes with it well thats how I feel when I read a good poem Thanks for all that. I think I just fell in love a lil bit"
Virgin's post Devour Me can be found here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/VirginPoet/659869/
She has also stolen from many other poets and remains unrepentant even in the face of overwhelming evidence. The poem you've just read with her name on it has probably at least in part been plagiarised from someone else.
To the person reading this, especially if before now you've followed Virgin Poet's posts on this site, please help fight plagiarism and flag her. Provide WritersCafe with the links and comment above. It may be tough for some of you to believe but Samantha Campbell is a thief, and unless we all pull together in exposing her lies she'll carry on stealing from other people.
Lovely writing... trailing down the page like love juices on the body... the pain of solitude is aptly described... and the blissful recollections that salve the feelings momentarily... and the trembling awaiting for her flower to be taken... Such thoughts come into my mind... and I do love to smell such a pretty flows...
this is so sad and beautiful brilliant work you have a way of letting go in your words like you put your soul into ever letter and we can feel it and I love you for it
Your poem looks like a flower :D I enjoyed reading this. It sounds like a growing healthy type of love where both partners are learning and being there for one another. Using an orchestra to describe the woman's pain was just beautiful. Music to the ears.
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