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Dear Beloved ,
My heart has become an epigraph erected on the belly of your thoughts.
Your eyes, your lips , and your eyes, holds poetic vibrations a thousand words can not describe
the tenderness of your beguiling voice breaks my existence to minus Zero ,
If I ever utter a line of poetry in your praise ,
Know that is the wailing of a lost poet lost, and the dying wishes of a Marty in love's lost stories
How is your beauty not all of the above,
When even the depth of the metaphors in my poetry can not illustrate the depth of your deepness .
I am a vagabond wandering. Dreaming. Envisioning you in the drama that plays itself in my crowded heart of epic metaphors.
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