Most days...when I think of you.
I’m off center....not sublime.
Most days I don’t know what to do.
For I think of you...all the time.
It’s enough to know my heart beats...
In time with each whisper of your touch.
How is it that your love retreats?
While mine keeps flooding me so much?
I offer up all I am and more.
Fragile, I proclaim you my divine.
It’s you alone that I adore.
Come my love and pluck me from the vine.
LLOYD URICK
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Mix tapes Of Poetry
General FictionI Am Lloyd Urick, And I've Seen And Experienced The Most Fascinating Stories Of Life...With Much I Can Do....I've Turned Them Into Poetry, Just A Combined Of My Various Poems,And Every Page Contain Poems, That Depict My Experience Of / In Life As A...
