under the temptation
shameless passion suddenly worthy
overflowing charm lost creator woman
the duality of my soul remained interrupted
no words are part of enchanting familiar
if my love is the sweetest equalizer
then you are the woman to taste the heaven of my
eternity
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
