My heart beats to live
As anyone else does perceive
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Young at heart I am
This drive within still sparks
To love and e loved
Unconditionally
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Chilly waft of wind
Engulfs this heart
About to freeze
I cannot breath
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Past now was the delight,
we savored with love.
Like the drifted daffodils
been carried to oblivion,
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Poets are spirits who actuate in three phases:
They relate to myriad emotional complexes,
And deal with notions through mental prowess;
Or indulge in situations that conform to principles.
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In a blink of light my conscience is awake.
My senses open yet what is there to take?
Into my understanding I seek for something,
A reason for which makes life truly worth living.
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I passed by you once
Our eyes met by chance
You asked why I stared
You are sexy I bared
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Many poets of various races and cultures,
Around the world indulge in variable adventures.
Rich and poor, young and old alike do converge,
Vie for freedom of expression and support in surge.
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Waking up in the dawn
and see you lay in slumber
so carefree and sweet display.
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Cannot stop thinking of you girl,
hanging on to my dreams I swirl.
and waking without you enervates,
resting on my bed only emasculates.
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