See how they roar and sing
What dear eyes,
Aye, you have darling.
What seems to be
The problem is,
For what it's worth,
Equivalently valorous to
The symmetry trio.
This "hasn't" is "was"
And what's
More to be found, but must,
Is thoughts
Towards you especially
In this green and blue earth.
To measure my love for you
Is to measure water in watts.
What can I put to you in this way?
How ran I afoot?
Who knew you'd win his fame?
See how they roar and sing
As though they could see
What dear eyes you have darling.
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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