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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 29, 2004 11:57:19 GMT -5
Your like the beauty held in a rainbow without the discomfort of rain. Just as a sigh of relief that comes from ending of pain.
A lovely rose to be admired with no worry of a thorn. Your voice a pretty melody likened to sounds of a spring morn.
Your soft sweet scent is honeysuckled I taste your lips divine. A bright presence fills the room an iridescent Butterfly.
Sadly I am not worthy to love one such as you. You are far better than I why do you not see this is true.
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Apr 30, 2004 0:06:06 GMT -5
mike, this is BEAUTIFUL...who says romance is dead? a great write, enjoyed reading! x rinna x
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 30, 2004 8:57:08 GMT -5
Am glad you liked rinna
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Post by bloodredtears on May 5, 2004 8:44:06 GMT -5
oh how i wish some guy would write something this beautiful for me...alas...i like how you used some of that basic senses to describe the object of your affection...beautifully done mike!
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Post by Mikepoet on May 5, 2004 10:26:51 GMT -5
Thank you so much ;DDo you have any idea how much trouble I get into when I have poems like this and then get a new girlfreind? "Who was that? So that is how you felt about her. That lessons the compliments you give to me." This was about an imaginary girl and still I will have to pay the price. Alas, the life af a romantic poet.
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