in many poems
she has been made immortal
by a poet's love
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disgusting to one
delicious to another
don't judge so quickly
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for love and freedom
submission not surrender
of her own free will
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pulsating pastels
your soft and silken petals
passion at their tip
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loving everyone
but surrounded by those who
only love themselves
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was not meant for me
acclamation admiration
yet i wish them well
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saw her hold a rose
glanced at me and dropped it there
after i was gone
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like a sweet sleek cat
here before my eyes then gone
to some mystic land
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i had hoped your words
so elegant and stimulating
were somehow for me
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touching as they were
those words weren't meant for me
another wound appeared
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can't help but love you
something you will never know
therefor never miss
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life's a lonely place
so it's ever been for me
my own fault of course
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it was poet's loss
the meaningless words
she had let slip by
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the aging poet
grows lonely writing words
that have no echoes
Donovan Baldwin