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A poet's love letter
Contributed by
ravi
on
Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 05:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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My sweetest darling! sweet as the virgin dew,
remember me? we met on the bus stop,
at the corner of the seedy fifth avenue,
I was that sad,dreamy guy just behind you.
Ever since I saw your dazzling face,
serene and calm like the sparkling sea,
the light of love has sprung right inside me.
I talk straight; be the light of my life,
come and be my loving,caring wife.
We will start our life in my roadside crumbling shack,
with plenty of love; money ! of course ! we will lack.
Fantasy and passion earn my living,
my world is less of saving and more of giving.
But please don't worry ! just be merry,
just keep dancing daintily on my rhytmic beats,
and pray feverishly that I soon become Wordsworth or Keats.
This world is nasty with few falling for my hook,
those publishers think my work a load of gobbledegook.
How can passions be understood by people with hearts of stone,
Come with me ! we will stay in a paradise created of our own.
Sometimes somedays though I do get a bit of accolade,
those days we can eat bread dipped in marmalade.
One last thing; do not think of me as a tramp,
just pay the postman for this letter without a stamp.
Copyright ©
ravi
... [
2003-05-17 05:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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