There was some “blaze” in his eyes.
I do not know whether it was his
coveted stance;
Or the voracity in his glance,
that kept me intrigued.
My heart galloped with his presence,
and his absence unnerved me.
He was the light that
Lit up my darkest of the night.
There was something he could never mumble,
As I could never ask.
For I was the seeker,
And he was forever, “A mystery”
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That was a really beautiful poem
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thank you so much!
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For sure he is a mystery. Superb words penned.
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Thank you!😊
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Welcome
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Amour quand tu nous tiens. Amitié
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What?
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Keep searching for he is out there!
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Haha! I so wish. Thank you for dropping by again.
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Oh come on! We are sure there is surely one to find out there!
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I am sure too. Better to be positive 😂
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Very good. I love the word “blaze”. I know I’m weird but that stood out. Thanks!
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Thank you.
I like it too.
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My heart galloped with his presence,
and his absence unnerved me.
These verses. ❤️ Good job.
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Thank you 🙂
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