The vast cerulean ocean
You hold prisoner in your eyes
That speak volumes of language
Only shared by you and I
Your plush cheeks
That tinge pink every time
Someone mentions to you
How lucky I am to call you mine
Then there's your lips
So plump and fine
They taste like cherry
Mixed with luxurious wine
I couldn't get enough of you
You're like breathing so natural
A necessity for me
To strive for survival
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Verses of a Versifier (A Compilation of Poems)
PoesiaThis book is a collection of my poems. They either sprang from my hatred, or love, or a song, or from my admiration of the cosmos, or from my longing for Momma, or any other things. I'm no Shakespeare, or Browning, or Poe so bear with my verses. :)
