Whoever says love doesn't exist, they don't know my Poetry.
Words deep within the heart scribbled finely on paper.
A glutton for punishment they say, for years they said.
Hope lives on, it never dies.
Just waiting for the right moment, that right time.
As long as these words are written, expressing these emotions.
As long as my love knows she is loved, cared for, needed, desired.
At my love's greatest moments and darkest hours.
Love lives on patiently waiting.
Hugs so tight they squeeze new life.
Dreaming of kisses so fierce they breed new lives.
With my love's bright eyes and my chocolate skin,
It's something worth fighting this fight.
A war within her mind, a battle she can't win. Everything my love wants I will sacrifice. Knowing her sweetness is mine for the rest of our lives.
I know eventually my love will give in to what is right.
My Poetry speaks to her, comforts her, and holds true to life.
As long as these words are written, expressing these feelings.
She said she will be my Mrs. Poetry.
-L.T.
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