CONFESSION OF A CASANOVA.
~A gaze at the stars is a reminder of thy extraordinary beauty.
~Lo! Beauty like that of a garden filled with succulent Roses.
~Thine hair flows and shimmers like sheep flocking down a hillside.
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PoetryConfession of a Casanova. It would seem I must go forward, or I have never been further than backwards; It would seem I'd find a way, or I'd lost her in the process.🍁
