"Shall I compare thee to a rose"
Is far too cliche
For the warmth of all your love
Could rival a summer's day
I find your love in little things
And that's what I adore
For the little things you've made me love
Are much bigger than before
Your love is like an ocean
Your soul is just as deep
I could dive right in and drown
And I'd still feel complete
To compliment your beauty
Would be Shakespear to a rose
For words could never near describe
The one I love the most
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Poetry Sucks: a poetry collection
PoetryA collection of poems written by a dingus who doesn't know how to write poetry. All of these are public domain so you can use 'em in your TikToks or on your MySpace pages. This mainly consists of: -Serious poetry -Vent poetry and, most importantly ...
