July 17, 2009
By superbarker BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
superbarker BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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It has been
Quite sometime
Since I last
Made a rhyme.

I miss her so
Very much;
Her kisses and
Her gentle touch

My love for her
Grows everyday.
Everything she does,
Every single way

On occasion
I start to think
Worry that our
Ship will sink.

I'm not sure why
This crosses my mind
It very nearly
Crosses the line.

She is the most patient;
I'm the most lucky;
I play my games,
It must feel mucky

I hate making
Her think
That we are
A weak link

I love her
And won't ever stop;
The pyramid of my life:
She sits atop

My mind is like
A broken record;
Playing of its
Own accord

But I like the
Way that feels;
To me she has
That much appeal

The thought of her never
Ceases to sing;
About my head it
Eternally rings

Once again,
I love her true;
All of her:
Through and through

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