I woke from my lay
Thanking stars on Christmas eve
That led me right to your way;
To elaborate
Intensity warm embrace
As I truly feel within
So I took a pen
As to express, words of wise
In this kind of paradise
My black inks turn white
Expression knocked my passion
In the realm of total dark
Your sweet pretty smile
Inside my head, took me miles
To places where gardens are red
And every phrase
I pen down, seems so light
As feather and empty as leer.
None elaborates
This sugary kind of romance
As I wish to portray it,
I love you my dear
Writing you a poem is the
Most difficult thing to do.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
Beautiful
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Thank you..
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I love this
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Thanks Marion Njeri
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Beautiful! And for me, the last 3 lines nailed it. O masiri m.
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Lol… She’s speaks Igbo.
Lol thanks
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Lol!
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this poem is incredibly beautiful :)
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Thanks Mandy’s Art & Poetry, I truly appreciate… Happy New Year
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The lines about “Writing a poem for you” being the hardest thing really resonate with me. It can be so hard to put into words what makes someone special, or to capture their essence, or put in literal words all the things they stir up in you.
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Well said… Thank you
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