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Mysticstar875

Published: Aug 16, 2011

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His face invades my mind
His love controls my heart
His presence leaves me shaking
Now I'm right back at the start

I'll live with him forever
I'd die to save his life
I trust him til the ends of time
Is this love not right?

His voice is al I hear
His lips are all I feel
His "I love you" takes my breath away
My heart is his to steal

I see him in my every dream
I swear he's at the store
I race to get the telephone
I jump up for the door

I can't get him out of my head
He won't leave my mind
He's the reason I can't concentrate
He's why I lose my sleep at night

But I love him oh, so dearly
I do not really care
Well, I more than love him oh, so dearly
And I know he's always there

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By God, this is the weakest poem I have yet to write. I hate it. But I love it at the same time. Maybe I've upped my standards in writing since I haven't read a single word of literature for the longest time. I need to get back on my high horse again since I've fallen under. It's the simplest, most grade-school writing I have yet to write and it's irritationg me that it's my favorite. I guess it's because I wrote it for my boyfriend. But I've written a lot of stuff for my boyfriend, so that shouldn't really count.

**EDIT** So apparently, it's a lot better than I thought since 6 people favorited within a minute. Yay? o.O

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aillin1

Jul 10, 2012

This is a thoughtful and well expressed romantic poem.
I know I always say that, but I do not say something unless I mean it. This poem is very sweet.

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