Alex Reece

The disconsolate heart detests the ignorance from the loved one;
where his feelings/emotions goes in languish;
for what he looks for is just a little recognition/a little love/a short care;
oh my love, Your ignorance puts my soul to death;
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I'm no poet, i hardly try to be.
For the one i loved, loves poems dearly.
I wish to tell her the tale of my feelings,
as i write it pouring it with my love;
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Every Night; On my bed; I Lie;
Scattered, Lost, Alone;
With my heart to console
and try to fill the void in my soul;
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O Angel, you are beautiful;
the beauty of your pretty face and glowing skin,
is not i wish to tell;
your real beauty lies within;
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My True mother is not known;
Though i feel her in my heart/body/soul;
The Step Mother takes care of me;
As her own child, she loves me dearly;
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