touches my poems
leaves the imprint of her mind...
i smile that she cares
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fluttering inside
her passions wild butterflies...
finding their freedom
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find her secret spot
the place where her pain is hidden...
and love it empty
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whipped by his poems
smiling she wandered bearing...
the marks his words left
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when her veils all fell
and the mask slipped from her heart
he knew he loved her
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those other people
if you're happy being you...
why do they matter
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first art of love learned
in an older woman's arms...
attitude not skill
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fearful she had sinned
asked him for his forgiveness...
he loved her instead
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in night's wailing winds
poet's words so hard to hear...
sighs among dark trees
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our hearts entwined
sharing even when silent...
poems we both hear
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her mind's a poem
her soft eyes and her sweet smile...
beauty beyond words
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intoxicated
mumbling his drunken verses...
poet writes his love
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far too far to dream
poet must still do this thing...
fall in love and write
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entering his words
she only sensed his wildness...
then she touched his meaning
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locked in an embrace
with our hearts almost touching...
share breath and heartbeats
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Donovan Baldwin