A sheet of paper- loved and white,
Gets adorned with beautiful blue and black
Sudden swell of the fairness, a prettier light,
The embellisher sophisticatedly cuts no slack.
The hand relaxes, calm and expanded;
The tangible- exulted and on cloud nine
Written on, yet neat, the paper now branded;
The trails of the love left behind, just fine.
A blot here and another blot there,
Rhythmic instances to remain,
Times a thousand worthy of a stare,
The paper lies on the table, no facade to feign.
The spectacular touches that the hand speaks of,
Make all things surrounding- appear lovelier than before,
The right aspects in the act of making love,
Cause the days to brighten, and them hearts to soar.
♤♤♤
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To be honest, this poem just randomly popped up in my head. I just tried to make it a happy poem about making love in a charming way. So yeah . . . . :D
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- Mallina
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