The Player And The Victim Poem by Clekxy Toth

Oh! If i could but only comment you,
People will think that am crazy for you.
But its so unfortunate that I've taken up the cross of insult for a beautiful person like you.
Cos you've got me enslaved in my heart when the shackles of thy beauty got hold of me.
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And no other way could i safe my yoked heart from the captivity of your love,
But only felt victim of thy beauty's fangs
Choking my dear heart
And the pleasure of pains there in i enjoy rather.
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When i behold thee,
I see nothing but a morning star illuminating my blinded eyes.
If only i could fine favour from thy side,
I will but ride on thy path when you take the lead for my delight.
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I could see the new dawn,
I could see the infant sun rising from the east
With the sun's radiation so warm,
Yearning to strike your soft wintry face all round.
Oh! how loving thy face under this infant sun
Thy eyes i can not but to behold till when closer i feel thy embrace
The cent of thy skin like a rose's fragrance when on thy shoulder i rest.
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Oh how perfect thy libs match thy charming eyes.
My quest ended the moment you unveiled your sparkling face
Down the hall
And my lenses got hold of your eyes
And nearly made me fall.
You're a true gem that i value without shame.
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So it is when she hears these flatteries
Coming out from the player's mouth so soft and whispery
And little she does know
That it all goes down to her bosom.

I see a young promising girl
Whose destiny is bright
I see a young promising girl
So innocent and focused
Giving in to a strange man she knows nothing about.
Like a potential rich but virgin field yet to have it yield.
So she erode her nutrient to this man's field.
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He tells her the sweet beguiling words she needed to hear
And her focused heart now ensnared
Too many distractions and submissions in her heart she tends and cares
Each time she hears the word that comes out from his mouth she plants in her heart and nurse it with the water of her trust.
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Much of a garden tool she is now than a supposed branch from a vine.
She has forgotten her identity
And now out from the Royalty
Cos nothing good comes out from her loyalty
And on him she gladly calls her ecstasy
She now can't leave without him
And doesn't know that
It all goes down to her bosom.
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Oh that my wisdom will prune her ignorance
And That she will never depart from this book of the law.
Oh! That her virgin land will not lose it fertility.
And on her principles she will maintain her dignity.
Oh! That she will know he is only after the nectar there in
And will only sap the content she had toiled for her own use for years.
I wish and only wish
That she will know when he flatters
So her bosom will not suffer as a result of her hospitable heart.
I wish she will but
Live Christ
Walk Christ and
Speak Christ.
All the days of her life.