Cormac S G Hoare Poems

Love is a thing complex
More than just average sex
I feel with you a hot flame
Forever will it be my shame
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Autumn leaves fall about our heads
Cold doth take us in our beds
With a song that transcends time
I will immortalise you within rhyme
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Loving you is as a summers day
Nothing yet can obstruct our way
The skies overhead are blue and clear
Not a worry in the world, my dear
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Thou art my sweetest Juliet
Thou I ne’er will forget
The scarlet colour of your lips
The curvaceous lines upon your hips
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