Tis bittersweet is thy kiss
that you be near but seem amiss.
I have loved you since time
could tell, but you,
my dear, are everlasting bliss.
Could you cure me of my doubts?
I oft to tell a lie
when asked of your love not be high,
for how could you not love me?
I love you
and I dream of your kiss.
Could you cure them of their doubts?
Will you tell them you love me,
will you tell me?
Oh, would you kiss me?
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
