i can't do love poems

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i stumble humbly
and beg for mercy
my love
you ruin me

teasing my soul
with treasures stolen
i weep for i
desire

your beauty
it stops
winds breeze
and tickles my rose cheeks

no loyalty
you leave me
with that
pretentious
glimpse

way which shows
me your detail
is covered in
stars

as they fallen
for yours
and they greed
your shine

my love
i stumble
but you
still keep
holding me
softly

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