Morgan A. Stephen Poems

Am writing this poem to you
My words burn with passion
Every time I say I love you
I love you
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I remember when you robbed me of my naivety
The innocence of my childhood dreams
I still believed in you
And ewe! how foolish I was
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Sometimes I feel disappointed
every one I know seems to have let me down
I hate myself because of my failures
I let myself esteem be succumbed in a fire of doubts
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No matter how much I have fallen
No matter how much I have risen
No matter how much my faith has weaken
No matter how much I have gone back to my old ways
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When the knell was heard
The smell of hell fell upon
Fear unmasked from its shell
The bell of uncertainty
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So I picked up my phone
Wondering how soon it was over
And how I am now left alone
Wishing I could have you forever
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You are beautiful
Not only because you are full of beauty
But when I look into your eyes
I find hope
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Moments entangled to each other
I glimpse at the past with laughter
It all seems a pleasant wonder
But soon there will set assail thunder
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Lenses of my senses stretch
All my emotions are touched
I feel that I have unlocked
The unsolved mysteries
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The blissful meritorious embrace
The warmth that coils my spine
The sweet words that milks my emotions
Draws passion as we entwine
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