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Leslie Nibbs

6th poem

another bloody love poem argh

To thee, this prose, in rhythmic compose,
of a love’s imagining.
A  rose most rare, without compare,
your beauty, doth angels sing.
I loved thee from the start, you own this heart,
your smile bewitched a King.
Lips of pleasure divine, seductress of mine,
carried on heaven’s wing.
For your touch on my face, in love’s embrace,
I willingly give anything.

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