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Jul 2014
In the past my words were sourced,
From anger and from pain,
They helped to ease my darkest moods,
They helped to ease the strain,
But ever since I've met you,
This no longer holds true,
My words are now just simply tools,
To raise a smile from you.

For all my deeds and pretty words,
I ask from you just this,
Bless me with the smile I love,
Grant me just one kiss,
Now this exchange may not seem fair,
But I've got the better deal,
Now you might disagree with this,
So I'll show you how I feel,

For if you were just your left hand,
Cut off and tossed aside,
Upon you I'd still place a ring,
And show you off with pride,

And if you were a single foot,
Discarded from the whole,
I'd love you from your heel to toe,
plant kisses on your sole,

And if you were an eyelash,
Plucked gently and set free,
I'd hold you close and make no wish,
For I'd have you with me.

So the point is I love all of you,
Your body, mind and heart,
And though it might be early days,
I've known this from the start,
For I'm a rabbit in a snare,
Though I am glad i'm caught,
And though I could just slip these bonds,
Escape is not my thought,
For you, my jailer, I love you so,
In ways I can't define,
So I'll just state, that I am yours,
And I am glad you're mine.
Written by
Tom Stewart Irving  Dundee
(Dundee)   
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