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My Love, even the birds of the air envy you. Your song runs wilder than the green vales of the wood, . It soars in tangled melodies, yet every word is understood. You run with the abandon of a sure-footed stag, Your laughter echoing as you rush past, Swifter than the northern wind. You stole fire from the burning sky, I see it glow in the apple of your eye. It is enough to melt a heart of ice. -I loved the poem..a wonderful piece..Congrats..!

A great start with a nice poem, Emma. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.

Very good! : D I can't wait to read more!