Flower

This is one of my earliest poems. When I was still scribbling one by one. I called them perfumed letters because they felt that way, like the flowers. It's good to be young and in love. LOL.

Enjoy!

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to love or not to love

till I met you

it had been difficult for me 

to make a choice

you reached deep 

and watered that which I hid

a love unconditional

gosh

I can't move 

it creeps out of me...

an untempered love 

you can have it all 

to promise or not to promise

I will love you till end of time

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into your world I enter

into your world seeking you

my heart at hand, a gift to you

emotional I am, pls handle it with care

my heart leaps for joy, for in safe hands it lies

yours too, it pumps in me

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being 17 I asked for more

that you love me till we are 23

we got married 

you had your first issue; my first issue

a son I look at and see your love.

the second came till the sixth

beautiful children blessed just like their father

accomplishments achieved based on the advice's you gave

now we are 50 ; your love still waxing strong

knowing you was the genesis of my blessings

love was what watered it all

thats a 1 1 =2 turn 1

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2,3,4...

I write and write

trying to define your sexiness the way you firm up my body

as you caress me

body to body

sweat on sweat

as our being communicate

oh how can I explain the feeling ?

5,6,7

another poem to the dustpan

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I yearn for you

For with thy warmth

I can melt to sleep

glued to you

I surely will sink