Samantha, my dear,
I unveil my love for thee.
Like a tempest in the sea,
It shall never end.
As long as I don't pretend,
My honey, you know I'll still be here.
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Samantha, my dear,
Thy eyes are emeralds to me.
Sparkling bright like wet leaves on a tree,
It shall never stop.
For you, I'll always stay on top,
And soon enough, we'll dance for years.
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Samantha, you see,
I've never felt this way before.
Always craving love for more,
It shall never fade.
It's because of you, I stayed,
I wish someday, we'll both be free.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
