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Lily Enos May 2012
Child Child! I beckon

Cometh to my feet.

Giveth your spirit.

May your eyes heat.

 

From the tears that poureth

Down vicously

Giveth your spirit

Whilst laughing deleriously

 

I recieveth affection

From foreign hands

That giveth their spirit

From foregin lands

 

Child! Child! I beckon

Cometh to my feet

Grovel 'til I'm laughing

Your pain makes life complete
brandon nagley Aug 2015
In factual, and genuine amour'
It's not about what we canst recieveth back from one;
It shouldst not be about expecting anything back
In true amour,
We giveth ourn soul's and amare candidly,
And taking the risk;
Knowing, that we mightest not get that same amour' in return
Though we still do it,
Because we loveth them;
Whether they art a family member
Or a lover.
In evident love,
We giveth
Expecting nothing
In return....
That's what truest love
Shouldst be about;
Though I seest
That type of love is dying in the world
Sadly....

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Something I've excepted
Being sent here by God;
To showeth love
And not to recieveth it.

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