Open Poetry #38 |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
No sight I’ve seen is ever the clearer My eyes usually marked with blotches For no woman I’d meet could be dearer As most men would so look at their watches I watch only her and hear her sweet pitch For she is ever the queen of my love And yet as our eyes do block out the mix Of imperfections in our sight so dove Do come to me inside my head I sense Such a common thing we take for granted As sight as seen so threw our eyes defense Yet from sights of her I have recanted My love for her is so much stronger then The sense of sight from which my problems send |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love the theme here, rhyming is good also |
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