My mouth carved to be only a
mirror of his.
My body, The Dancer,
His favorite.
My hair, the Sky upon his
Favorite Time.
My Eyes, the Grass in the
Spring, his season.
My Skin, the Clouds at Sunset
The Time of his Love.
My Ears, the quick Fox
His favorite animal.
My voice, Sweet, sweet candy wrapped in Love's Delight.
His only.
I was craved only for you, my dear.
--
Trying to write an epic title for a collection of all my poems=Failed poem.
And now I'm off to write one called 'Love's Delight'.
mirror of his.
My body, The Dancer,
His favorite.
My hair, the Sky upon his
Favorite Time.
My Eyes, the Grass in the
Spring, his season.
My Skin, the Clouds at Sunset
The Time of his Love.
My Ears, the quick Fox
His favorite animal.
My voice, Sweet, sweet candy wrapped in Love's Delight.
His only.
I was craved only for you, my dear.
--
Trying to write an epic title for a collection of all my poems=Failed poem.
And now I'm off to write one called 'Love's Delight'.
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