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  • mead1
    Cerebellumberjack
    FFR Simfile Author
    • Aug 2003
    • 3960

    #1

    Love

    My darling, my treasure, my gilded trinket among junk
    You fill me with passion, with longing, with chivalry
    with a fervor for your service I can liken to being drunk
    with the slightest touch or even look I'm up in revelry.

    In a moment nothing more my whole life you could destroy
    if you pushed me away like a child's unwanted play-thing.
    And oh how fitting to liken me to your simple, mindless toy
    as I gaze at you from afar wishing to make you wear my ring.

    Yes indeed, that's my intent, to spend my life in your presence
    yearning only for your laugh or your slightly crooked smile.
    I find frightened and alone whenever I suffer your absence
    but I do console myself in knowing that you'll be back in a while.

    Oh darling, oh treasure, oh wonders unknown as of yet
    let us soon be united so that I may soon get my dick wet.
  • who_cares973
    FFR Player
    • Aug 2006
    • 15407

    #2
    Re: Love

    you would

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    • lord_carbo
      FFR Player
      • Dec 2004
      • 6222

      #3
      Re: Love

      This poem isn't perfect. You don't stick perfectly to iambic pentameter, and being a purist I kind of dislike that. But perhaps-- and you might agree with me here-- certain liberties should be taken so as to express our inward feelings; not all of our emotions fit into common poetic metrics.

      I usually complain when people don't make a decent effort.. but your poem has convinced me that it doesn't really matter all that much.

      I mean, what else can I say? I love this. It's so beautiful and romantic.

      The last line... I almost cried. Almost. I held it in, but damn you had me all emotional and ****.
      last.fm

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      • ~kitty~
        FFR Player
        • Jun 2007
        • 988

        #4
        Re: Love

        Isn't this a little direct? I like poems that make me think about what it might mean, instead of just giving me what is meant.

        Isn't that the fun of poetry? Plus, it gives you more space to expand the scope of the descriptiveness of it. Oddly enough, it seems "descriptiveness" is a word. No red line! ;D

        Anyway, that's all I have to say.

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