FalseBlade
Active member
Thou art a flower in a summers day,
The beauty thou emits, goes uncompared,
Thou art the most wonderful of flowers,
When thou smiles in the gloomiest of days,
Light emerges, enlightening for all to see,
When thou laughs in the most sullen of hours,
The gleeful souls follow, anew, laughing along with thee,
When thou speaks in the most still of minutes,
Thou becomes appealing as a siren, the songs of sweet,
When thou lives in the most grand of seconds,
Thou can't help but to wish, to be with thee,
Thou art a flower in the most wondrous of days,
Thy beauty goes uncompared, unmatched,
Thou art a goddess, among the beauty of flowers.
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This is my first 'willingly' wrote poem. I wrote this in a state of lust, regret, and envy, longing to confront a female. This is the poem I wrote about her but never really gave to her. So, why no share it with you random people? Here you go! P.S. Don't hate me if it sucks.
The beauty thou emits, goes uncompared,
Thou art the most wonderful of flowers,
When thou smiles in the gloomiest of days,
Light emerges, enlightening for all to see,
When thou laughs in the most sullen of hours,
The gleeful souls follow, anew, laughing along with thee,
When thou speaks in the most still of minutes,
Thou becomes appealing as a siren, the songs of sweet,
When thou lives in the most grand of seconds,
Thou can't help but to wish, to be with thee,
Thou art a flower in the most wondrous of days,
Thy beauty goes uncompared, unmatched,
Thou art a goddess, among the beauty of flowers.
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This is my first 'willingly' wrote poem. I wrote this in a state of lust, regret, and envy, longing to confront a female. This is the poem I wrote about her but never really gave to her. So, why no share it with you random people? Here you go! P.S. Don't hate me if it sucks.
