My sparks Steampunk, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you creative,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the cooperative.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more gallic, phallic and refined.
Blind winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the free broken wind.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your thallic gears, steam and era.
Thinking of your formal steam fills my days.
My love for you is the pure canberra.
Now I must away with a formyl heart,
Remember my new words whilst we're apart.
YOU ARE READING
My Poem Book
PuisiA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
