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Behind the deceptive exterior,
Strong walls that have been built,
Is something different from expected.

A mouselike soul
Having feelings of distress,
Needing to be protected.

Afraid of getting hurt,
Not obtaining chosen goals,
Not being the one who's selected.

Fear of being judged,
And going unheard,
Scared of not being accepted.

Wanting to hide from the world
To the safe hole in the wall
Believing it can't be trapped in there.
She's from the moon,
                                     Im from the third superior heaven above,
As I showed her the Star's!!!
                                                  I showed her godly love!!!
Oh Ireland,
Calleth me home to thy green speculate tops!!!

Oh native Cherokee,
Calleth me home to thy sublime spiritual crops!!!

Oh native Scotsman,
Showeth me where William Wallace once conquered!!!

Oh Greece,
Take me where the statues breathe, where the poet's stay intrigued, by the white duned Villa's!!!

Oh France,
Ablige me with thy romantic of stories

Oh Switzerland,
Overcome me with thy natural serene stream's!!!

Oh England,
Take me to thy castles, ones of king's and thy Queen's!!!

Showeth me mine old ancestry's past
Infect me with thy knowledge
Oldened of years last..

Thy blood
Tis
Mine blood
Thy appendage is mine own
Thy home thou hast made me
Thy cloud's gloat the bloom!!!

I'm coming back
Oh lands of mine
Where stories of old
Doth mix with wine
So divine
Oh beautiful terrace,
Wherein thy fable's are mantra's
None to compare us!!!

I'm coming in
By sailor's ship
On skyfall dim
A massive blimp

I'm coming back
Lineage of aisle's
Where golden dream's
Run many miles!!!!
A poem on me ancestry!!
Irish, scottish, native American (Cherokee) Greek, French, swiss, English!!! (): enjoy
How foolish for a hopeless romantic to try to rush love,
How dare they!!!
Guess I'm just a pure hopeless romantic!!!
Tis
I do hate patience...
I giveth her mine heart
I giveth one mine all
I make to many mistakes
Tis,
She still wants me after all!!!

She scrolls upon mine writings
As I gather her beauty by her eyes,
Were two of the same proverbs
For eachother were the curing tide!!
In death shalt be mine slumbered sleep
I gaveth her mine soul
Now tis mine heart she shalt keep!!!
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