Symmetrical as a flower,
Her autumn eyes glow hazel,
Her puckered lips like butterflies,
Her stature like an angels,
Yet I lust for her like the devil,
And I mean not to mien with a glower,
My tightened mouth like a moth,
She rejected advances several,
I have nothing that can reach her,
Not even my love for her,
Because there are those that are handsomer,
And none that are uglier
Than I, aye, it is true
I am uglier than even you,
There is no graver damsel, that alone is my laurel
She is a golden treasure, I would only make her a losel
So I leave the rose unpicked,
And the soil untampered
And myself out from her breadth
And my fire unable to be handled
And the nature by her had made her laughs full
And her glee felt genuine and beautiful
I know I’d only make her days miserable
And her beauty with me would turn her horrible
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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