pomes ? peoms ? poems !
I wrote all these myself, they're a bit noobish and soppy but here goes nothing.
As I look into your eyes,
I don't care for the curves of your thighs,
I don't care for the shape of your lips,
your chest or your hips,
if your are poor or rich,
while other men may say Im blind,
your body is not the the first thing on my mind.
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I go asleep tonight without fear,
for is I don not wake I will be with you my dear
should I not rise I would wathc you eternally with both eyes
should I not wake again, it will be as God intends
but I'll take this chance now to expalin and tell you how
that while Im still alive, the thought you you helps me surviuve
this tough and lonely life, wherein I wished you'd be my wife
some one to love and lend a hand
Oh how I dream of being your husband.
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