Poem 15: This Feeling

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This Feeling

Please my love,

Play the strings of my
heart
like those of your
guitar.

Make my mind spin
like the world you've
crashed on
after falling down
from the heavens.

Hold my heart tightly
like you've held your head high
in times where you felt you couldn't.

Promise me
you'll love me
in such a way that
not even
Shakespeare
could find the words
to describe it.

Please, my love.

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