February 4, 2009
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Shall I tell of my love's fine and good kiss?
Is the sweetest of god's fulfilling gifts,
Her mere scent takes me to forever bliss,
when I hear her coming she turns me stiff.
Her kind eyes bring me equanimity,
her lips make everything sound appeasing,
to look at her face brings stability,
but her secrecy not as much pleasing.
To my amaze I found her with a lover,
but my perplex succumved me into enrage,
I cut her life's string to my discover,
to quench the frenzy and rampage.
She rests in my conscience as it must be,
For my kind and dear love, I wait to see.

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