How great is this hobby of love,
I am ruined and you are too.
Perfection, beauty and love,
how come it made difference to you.
Under the shadow of beauty,
this sweet smell will come to you.
like the butterflies in the sky,
it will come and it will tease you.
How great is this hobby of love,
I am ruined and you are too.
Oh, her curvaceous body,
I am captivated, so are you.
Miracles are remembered,
so is her perfect love for you.
even if my memory dies,
I will always remember you.
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Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned
So, here’s me sitting on the 7b bus heading into town. I shouldn’t be on the bus. I don’t want to be on the bus. I should be on a bike, legs pumping like pistons. The freedom of the open road. Directions where the tyres press, as the poet said.
By Brendan Donaghya day ago in Humor
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Sweet
Marvelous
Loving all ur poems😊