Sister Frances Poems

Is that a Love poem?
Let me write you one
Mine is from the heart
No clever words spun
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Cinderella well knows
How stories do go
Love is terribly slow
Your prince a no show
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Pretty little thing
Sits and spins her web
Weaving in tales
That she'll soon forget
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He called her his fire
She called him her ice
He tried to act cold
Her warmth felt too nice
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I could write about a sunrise
The glistening waves of the sea
A mirage of rainbow colors
But that wouldn't be me
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I think you understand
Deep inside we can relate
That joyous surprise
When you enter Love's gates
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Drenched in gold
Every grain like salt
So beautiful and old
Every creature here
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Bright summer blue
Over almond skin
With little white buds
Now where to begin?
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Tear the flesh that
Binds me to you
Blood that drips
Down veins so blue
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