I pray the day I rise up from the dead
In my glory I stand
Tiara Upon my head
And with a pen in my hand

I’ve never been able to sing and play
No good having a guitar of mine
From coming into to life and my dying day
Poetry has been my line

So ready for the end
To writing poetry and prose I send
And all the poems I’ve penned
For the angels my poems I lend!

I found so much inspiration
on your happy smiling face
with lovely eyes
I reached the high on the sky
Without any difficult race
For your affections!

I felt my heart in your words
like nature gets in the morning
With the chirping birds
I got a new light of dreams
In your work my sweet darling
As like the moonbeams

You're so kind, so kind to me
That's why I want to be
a poet like you.
You have a great heart
With a decent soul
Darling, I love you!

It's pretty bad
After waiting on line
For a response
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Says  s
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I don't  understand
Let me connect your

Love oh love
Love true love
Of this game i am sick
This game of hide and seek
Hide from me no more,
Take me by surprise
Let me seek no more
Lest unbelief arise
Love oh love
Love true love
I dont care how
Just find me now.

Can you face humiliation like house fly?

Every time you shoo it away
it comes back and gently
Kisses you!