I poet. I do not write poetry. I breath the words I speak. The flutters of my heart ripple in time and create sweet rhythms and rhymes. Every motion and sway in my step introduces MotherEarth to the sweetest sounds that are my foot prints that will ECHO in time.
Love Always.
LoveSickPoet
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Ernest Love
Come warm me with ur fire.
Send ur love coursing thru my vains.
Touch me in places of deep that no man has ever tamed.
Let ur love be eternal.
Beyond fear or doubt.
Thru that we'll b immortal and love's flame never doused
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