Sweet aura as he appears,
en' rhymes like Shakespeare,
the etho filled wit' kisses,
blown by the feminine species;
My love, loves him;
My love, loves him more!
Give me a bow and arrows,
that would plunge into his marrows,
causing stern harm,
killing his charm;
I hate him;
I hate him so...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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2 comments:
lol i love the contradiction here...when you read the first two stanzas its like she is happy to see him en filled with love but the third en forth stanza reveals the love& hate saga...totally creative...
was inspired by jelousy 2wryt this piece. Wanted 2wryt a swt lov poem but i had no lov but jelousy in my mind
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