I think I will love you forever.
Because what will there be for me after
But foul awful hostile weather
I've tasted much, but none with such pleasure.
As I have discerned -you to be.
I am a fly caught in an amber bead.
Hoping beyond all hope to be preserved
Scallop locked in your heart waiting to be served.
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
