(**kinda just a ramble poem, i dont really like it**)
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his lover,
whom which he met on a fair evening.
likewise to the day they met,
they had fair hair.
the color of the ocean waves,
and the smell of it oh so like it's color.
they're eyes sparkled like morning dew
in the rays of the early evening
and their lips as soft as the finest silk.
oh how he longed for their touch.
it was as if a small piece of his heart would break off
and be swept into that sweet ocean wave,
when they parted ways.
their hands were big and strong
and comforted him
and made him almost melt into a soft velvet world
and be enveloped in their love.
though some may be puzzled at the sturdiness of their hands.
for, those who think old-fashionedly, would believe the hands of his lover would be daint and delicate.
but those persons would be oh so mistaken
for, what if, his lover was not a syd, but a stan
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Poetrya collection of poems i've written over time (please dont judge this book and my writing on the first impression / poem. most of these are old works and the new ones are at the end. please consider reading it all. much appreciated - xoxo)
