|Teen Poetry #1|
|Impetus for Living|
since 1999-06-29Posts 183
You have no idea how you affect me.
Your toutch is electric.
Your soul happy as the day is long.
Your voice a panacea for fret.
How can these feelings be wrong?
You have no idea how you infect me.
How I moon after your affection.
Your host the pièce de résistance.
But most of all I yearn for your smile.
The lighthouse that brings me home.
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Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16Posts 8080
Realm of Supernatural
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