Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

April 29, 2013

Him

by Emmy B.

his lips are soft when he kisses me;
his hand is warm when he traces my lips,
but cold other wise;
he smells so sweet and he is, he is;
and i love him like the stars in the sky
and i know he loves me, too,
like the bees in a hive filled with honey

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