Wednesday, February 17, 2010

POEM4LOVE 2010

She, a simple slice of sedation.
I’m enamored, clamored in this sphere.
It’s clear, she’s an orchestra in every
tear. The components, anything but
onerous. Love, a certain pond odorous,
floral, compounding an astounding moral.

(F 2/12/2010)

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