Oh! Happiness can't be measure,
If we really feel in love and we adore.
To a person special for us,
On the first blind date, time run so fast.
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I see the hand of a great poet in this piece. You are able to manipulate those few words into what could make a story- for a good story writer though. However, I think your strength lies more in the meaning of this poem than in the form, whereas a poem is a poem simply because it is expressed in a condensed and precise and sweetened language. You've done a great job with the poem, Ma.Emmariz and I got the message; but you don't pay more attention to the style. Remember, what makes a poem beautiful is the how; in fact, it is through the beauty of the how that the meaning is mostly realised. How I wish I could help you refine some lines in this poem of yours. Well, if I had my ways, you might have something like this for the first stanza: Oh! immeasurable happiness!
If truly love be our aim
To that special person whom we adore
Then on our blind date
Time is as life
Well, I just want you to know that I'm always sincere with people's works when I help them out. I think I shouldn't have bothered on us. Or should I?
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I see the hand of a great poet in this piece. You are able to manipulate those few words into what could make a story- for a good story writer though. However, I think your strength lies more in the meaning of this poem than in the form, whereas a poem is a poem simply because it is expressed in a condensed and precise and sweetened language. You've done a great job with the poem, Ma.Emmariz and I got the message; but you don't pay more attention to the style. Remember, what makes a poem beautiful is the how; in fact, it is through the beauty of the how that the meaning is mostly realised. How I wish I could help you refine some lines in this poem of yours. Well, if I had my ways, you might have something like this for the first stanza: Oh! immeasurable happiness! If truly love be our aim To that special person whom we adore Then on our blind date Time is as life Well, I just want you to know that I'm always sincere with people's works when I help them out. I think I shouldn't have bothered on us. Or should I?