Up so high, baithed in heat,
Passionate lovers, soon shall meet,
Across the daisies, leapt a little,
Tiresome fools, none shall fiddle,
Love of light, fostered growth,
None torn assunder, for all to know,
That passion grows, so and so,
Mind and body, enclosed in tone,
Time and time, we fight our fate,
But time is now, it seems to late,
Caught in the middle, of passion and fire,
With the one you now love and truely desire,
Each day just passes, when life intertwines,
With one of another, and each other combines,
We can't stop the times, or passionate heat,
La Tempre d'amore, is where love meets..........
Please tell me what you think
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KUDOS!!!!!!!!1
This was a great write AJ...however the last stanza's a bit akward....the way it just ends in "tiresome" makes it sound as if you just where like.....blah blah 'tiresome'. The poem is good though it's not that it just ends kind of bluntly and in some poems it works but for this poem, however it just doesn't work....great write though.
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