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Generic Love Poem
By lupus tenebrae
It’s another near-notch
upon the bedpost
height,
stolen from the pen
and passion of another:
And her eyes of sapphire
are worth every karat,
every single
sigh
and engraving from you to her.
A harpsichord in moonlight,
that couldn‘t match her face,
and stars put there for ambience
that couldn‘t meet her gaze.
A thousand sun rejections
couldn’t take away her breath,
nor the stare of puppy dogs
still drowning in the rain.
Her ticket’s to the opera,
because she’s a sensitive soul,
A string quartet of experts
can put her in the mood,
to slip a couple roses
and a chocolate
by her nose.
Love is just a game,
and when it‘s your
turn to roll,
someone upturns the board,
and starts another round.
Off you go to make
some children in the corn,
as corny
as a poem
in the excerpt of a card.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
Sometimes, I make little dares with myself, this time, I dared to write the corniest love poem I could muster.Comments on "Generic Love Poem"
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On Tuesday, June 12, 2012, Devilish
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wrote:
nor the stare of puppy dogs still drowning in the rain......Does that mean i'm korny for loving it..
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On Monday, June 11, 2012, Alchemist
(688) wrote:
The 3rd, 4th and 6th stanzas are great and I only thought a few lines were corny. I think your much too eloquent of a writer to make yourself write a corny poem.
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On Monday, June 11, 2012, Nehema
(960) wrote:
I think it's sweet, I happen to love the opera ;) - XXOO
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On Monday, June 11, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
I thought children in the corn was perfect! Now OF the corn, is altogether different! This was serenly sensitive, now go dry off those puppies! Cheers.
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