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twistedwillow -> A love poem (3/19/2010 6:15:48 AM)
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This is a rhyming Pantoum
Simply titled, 'A love poem'
Any and all feed back appreciated.
With eyes of bold,
Her face reflects his pain.
Tears, like gold
Precious is her gain
Her face reflects his pain
She smoothes her whip
Precious is her gain
She lays her strips
She smoothes her whip
Agony caresses him
She lays her strips
He wonders at his sin
Agony caresses him
Precious like a dove
He wonders at his sin
No sin my love
Precious like a dove
With eyes of bold
No sin my love
Tears, like gold
© 2010 TwistedWillow
Edited for layout
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