I cannot dance, I can only balter,
And when I see Her impeccable grace,
I will always lose my will and falter
And then both my feet will be stuck in place
While my heart skitters, scared, about my chest,
And all that's not Her is replaced by space.
Love is grand but I know that Her love's best
For Her love is musical, poetic.
Just the thought of Her smile puts me at rest.
For Her beauty is pure, not erotic,
As only the rarest beauty can be,
And the effect She has is hypnotic;
From this love I wish never to be free,
This love that could only ever love She.
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An Ongoing Anthology of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of the poetry that I have written and been writing since around about October 2018. Naturally, not every poem has been of a decent enough standard to be included here, but the ones that have been included are the ones that I lik...
