A poem to the one I love.
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They say that words are daggers,Each comes with sharpened tip.
With hearts their worldly target,
From careless hands they slip. They say that words are mountains,
Roots deep within your mind,
Once they’re home upon your page,
To the world they bind. They say that words are pillows,
For you to rest your weary head.
A place to revel in a dream,
A warm cocoon to call your bed. They say that words are miracles,
Each one bares a gift unique,
For, my darling, to embrace it –
Through the magic you must seek. They say that words are plenty,
There are new ones all around.
Each vowel is within your grasp,
The consonants abound. They say that words are music,
A song the world may share,
But here, my love, I disagree,
For your words are mine to care. They say that words are pieces, Poems waiting for their rhyme. I hope to share my words with you, Our love to blend in pantomime. __________________________________________
Optimistic for a beautiful night of smiles, poetry, and love.
~ Victoria Elizabeth
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