Gododdin, Malenga, Poete, Poeta, Dichter, Shaair, Hozanvan, no matter how you spell it in any language, poets are a drop of ink beyond the emotions they spill.
Forever love
Love Forever I can still remember in vivid detail the first time we met after work it was a beautiful night and there was a smell of stale green beer and pretzels because it was Saint Patrick’s Day I guess some kind of Irish saint who drank a lot anyway I showed up not knowing what to expect yet I felt something was about to change my life and it did as I came around the corner you were standing there more beautiful than I could have ever imagined when my eyes found yours they said out loud WoW yours said yes like you could see straight through to my soul and was answering a question so we got a little bit closer until our lips touched and we kissed like we were the only ones there just as lightning lit up the skies while thunder was booming from within our pounding hearts as dark clouds covered up the then the light from the moon and stars disappeared that’s when the Angels looked down covered their eyes and blushed as our demons too were thinking way too much as they were ...
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