Micky Take- 'A' - Poem by Lily Espinosa
A, to me you're as saintly as the moon,
As pure as the flow of water,
As honest as the stars that shine.
Your knowledge is a fountain,
One of which the flow can never be dulled.
Over and over, round and round facts, figures, quotes and authors flow,
All retained, written and presented,
Ready to enlighten my mind.
Stimulate my brain,
Through your blinding intellect,
I am greedy,
Hungry for more,
So I devour you.
My eyes are cruel, unforgiving,
I want every scar, mark, pore
Nothing will go unnoticed.
This is the joy of knowing nothing
But your name,
You are free to my fancy,
Invention is my game.
Doubtless to say, you could never live up to my expectations,
Yet I’ll carry on all the same.
2 November 2007 15: 23
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