SheA Poem by the writer of woePart of my literary poems.
What is she?
But an angel with no wings Like a fire without red The burning surely burns red What is she? Who is she? She is the world above Like a heaven blessed with love Like a cool inferno that warms As she makes the broken heart form Where is she? Why her? Why the intoxication? Why doesn't she shun? What makes a heart beat's beat? Is it her for she is more than meat? Yes it is her! Yes, It! Is! My! Love! © 2015 the writer of woeAuthor's Note
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