I don't know where else should I go though
Where may I knead and mend my heart dough
Under its metallic golden iconic remark
Lots of lovers under light leave mark
I just don't wanna go to Mullingar or Dublin
Where I just don't witness my Irish Charlie Chaplin
But also witness the world of my Niall Horan
I have my boy I left from Naples and I ran
I came back to my homeland in France
Where I've found last monarchy and I dance
Where I met my own Marius Pontemercy
Where he had a rival with Henri D'Arcy
My adventure is endless and I don't want to end
My journey with him will always face lots of bend
For this love I continue to knead and mend with him
Under a city of love where we flawlessly roam and rim
Here I stand in the head of the Eiffel Tower
Where I'm watching over the ocean by my dowager
Where I'm with my nymph and Hydra Cerberus
I'm standing with my Dellons, we fight to Tartarus
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love poems
Poetryi'm inexpressive.. hear my heart soaring cries of the wolf.. want to read what's my mind saying? try to understand me. • these poems might be rhyme schemed, free-verses (depending as well in what kind of type of poetry style i want to make.) and i m...
