Knocking on my house's door
a woman stood and begged
food and drink was all she asked
with that i had her fed
She promised a gift which i will love
for years and many more
she touched my face gave a wink
an illness came a roar.
An illness that cannot be cured
but this i did not know
many silly herbs i had brewed
but still it did not go
I hated her for many years
For this curse which she thought fun
I was infuriated
But realized whats done iz done
A funny feeling took over me
This feeling was unknown
Suddenly my mind awoke
A revelation hit me like a stone
That lady was no beggar
Not even human if I dare say
It was cupid with that magic touch
Love is what i craved.
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A little of me... (poems)
RandomI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
