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Queen Oct 2014
Day by day,
Night by night
Kiss by kiss
Touch by touch
Step by step
I fall inlove
A love so incomprehensible
So vivid
So unique
So wild,not even the reign of God can control it.
A passion so deep
A want so strong, the universe would not handle
I love you today
I'll love you tomorrow
still looking for a name for this poem
Queen Oct 2014
I wrote this poem with a fast beating heart,
trembling hands and racing thoughts of how you make me feel.
The feeling could be modified as indescribable, tangible, a beautiful work of art created only by the best artist you my love<3
How did you do it?
What is thy artist secret?
Was it mayb thy lips painted upon mine?
Thy intense proximity against me?
Thy artist work of art with thy gentle yet inquistive hands?
What magical touch is this that I've never ever felt before in my entire life?
Because whatever this is one can surely agree with me it can only be the work of love,
if I do stand incorrect may cupid take away my beating heart for you, my longing to be with you, kiss you,
play,
lay with you in bed,
have your weight upon mine as our bodies dance to the music of love or even take away my promise to love and care for you always.
If I'm wrong may cupid do so, unless of course thy artist agrees with I? Cupid shall have no reason to eradicate such.
Queen Oct 2014
his kiss gives me hope that he still wants to be with me.
it leaves me breathlessly wanting more of him to fill that desire,
need for him all over again.
  Oct 2014 Queen
The Girl Who Loves You
Trapped in my head
Thoughts I should've said

Words drawn like an artist
This paper is my canvas

The art of written form
My pens creating a storm

Scribbles so energetically
It just comes out poetically

The start of a verbal creation
Ranting and letting out frustration

Written out to sound vocally
Just the way I like my poetry

I'll ask just one question...
Have I made an impression?
Well, have I?
  Oct 2014 Queen
SøułSurvivør
~~~


silver
string
strong
but
not
too
coy
for
the
girl
and for the boy
lovers of this wooden
box know it woos know
it talks anyone who has
the strength can be a
star can          go that
length feel the calling of
the strings? let them laugh
o yes let them sing! feel the
calling of the night? players
all will see the light!!!!!!!
strummmm!!!



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 19, 2014
This should turn out
Looking like a guitar
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