Randy Ashby

Rookie (Oct.26,1982 / Buffalo)

Amourish Boorish Stew - Poem by Randy Ashby

My love for you is a scorned flower,
Beautiful and yet not without power,
Vengeance stirs in the ivory tower,
In the shadows I am left to cower,

Fear abounds in the moonlight hour,
The taste left behind seems so sour,
Please try not to be incredibly dour,

All I wanted was an equal partner,
Instead I became a lazy gardener,

Love is magic when it takes flight.

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  • (6/14/2008 5:40:00 AM)

    'Love is magic when it takes flight..'

    This is an eternal sentence

    and on a lighter note
    ... your marriage of partner and gardener is delightful..
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 14, 2008

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