poem about romance
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Incredibly sharp
Cuts soft with no pain
Speak plain my words can go
With anything you have on
And highlight the best of what you
Look to having, lovin’ gets embraced
And the long days of work become fused
With dreams and light and need
A silhouette against smoky glass
Creates the mystery that can last
Before the rising of the sun
A soft touch goes priceless, diamond
Seen many ways through the eyes of the
Man in love with his lady


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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that.

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