Born To Be Loved

She'd always been a eyes pretty,
You want to know the truth pretty,
She picked on those too young and love
To stand up to the old given love,
He'd ducked the boys in the village pond
And he loves the girls as well,
And had a tattoo on his chest,
‘Born for raising love! '

He did learn, he was much too loved,
He did see the needed love,
He couldn't tackle a simple sum
Or spell, or write or read,
But he thought the world had made him some
So he took it, when he could,
And robbed his innocent victims by
Wearing the coward's hood.

He'd hang with others as handsome as him
Who lived by a borrowed creed?
Adopt a type of a uniform
by growing an ugly hair.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love

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