passionpoet2 46M
31 posts
8/1/2005 5:08 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm



Soft hand does hold the poet's polished pen,
And tender are the very words he wrote.
But trust not the lover, worst of all men,
Let emotions hie the road of love, take note,
For if the poets pen make's fair heart tame,
Then you lose and lover wins the game.

Never trust the lover who wears secret smile,
Or whispered words that he so gently spoke,
Stealer of hearts who pens such sweet style,
Mending none of all those he gently broke.
Curse you your folly and rend hearts cry,
If your heart-beat stops when lover goes by.

Cheat is this crafter of such magical myth,
Who blinds those eyes with such gifted tune.
Subtle are the words from emotional stiff,
No light from a sky full of cloud-hidden Moon.
Harden your heart and be deaf to siren's call,
Then you'll find no love's hurt, nothing at all.

__Huntress__ 55M/58F

8/2/2005 2:57 am

Wonderfully written ... and oh so true !

passionpoet2 46M

8/2/2005 4:37 am

Ah, my wonderful Huntress; you must never see me as a lover in that sense, to love and leave. You may trust me to always return, in consideration that my imagination works through a sense of serialisation... I continue the thrills and never repeat... Ahhhhh...

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