Is she beautiful because she smiles or does she smile because she's beautiful?
Braids caress her face like the morning dew hangs on the leaves
She's the embodiment of life
She's my peace, my joy
My chaos, my pain
Blessed by Aphrodite
No other girl the same
But no girl as stupid at me
to pursue a love she can't reciprocate
For I am a lady
and she'll always pursue her dane
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Poems Penned Precisely by Me
PoetryA collection of poems or just general pieces of literature that rhyme. No theme to most of them tbh
