Clinging to your body like the scent
of onions you have cut is love.
You cannot peel it off and shove
away its skin, for like cement,
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nicely written poem gershon onions are so pungent that whole my fridge smells and tastes like onion, even the milk.
Great poem very deep and true, you have chosen well, the onion has many layers and is an excellent choice for a poem about love, so descriptive. I love your Valentine poem as well.