short love poem
My endless love, my most dear enchanter,
The beautiful soul for whom I die gladly,
my sweet sweet lover for whom I live
passionately.
Random musings of the mind
Walls connected to walls,
rooms connected to rooms,
in which my dreams lay.
We tip toe around the sleeping giants
afraid lest they awake.
Like a broken marionette spinning
endlessly on one string waiting to fall.
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