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The Love Poet

The love poet sits on the edges of time,
With pen in hand poised, as for writing new rhyme.

The love poet writes on the topic of love,
So often inspired; has a muse like a dove.

The love poet waits for the word of the day;
She sits down and writes, having fun with word play.

The love poet finds a conundrum of words;
Her imagery vast, like a flock of blue birds;

The love poet's sunrise, a moment aglow;
"Relax," says her spirit.  "Just let the words flow."

The love poet sings in her heart and who knows?
Somehow, she sees into the heart of a rose.  

The love poet feels unique passions, so deep,
And often awakens, as from a deep sleep.

The love poet's words ever flow from her heart,
But where will it end and how does it all start?


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