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We Write love poems when we are in love

When we are inspired.

when we cant stop thinking, and smiling

for the one we desire.

As the love grows so does your words,

For each words represents

That special event that that made us fly to tibet.

When we are in love, what wonderful way to express,

By writting a poem, & then sharing it, & to never Surpress,

Or hold back on what you are about to write.

It doesnt matter if its long or short, just write whats

In your mind. makes sence or not doesnt matter as

For love accepts all others. A love Poem now thats

Something I will always want to write.

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Love Poem is one of the best way to write down what you feel inside your heart, As we love, and hate, as we cry, and laugh. no mater whats the feeling we can all write it down with just a pen and a piece of papper. How beautifull it will look, how explendid it will sound when you finish your poem and you look around, To find someone that will read it out loud.

Then when they smile and say they love what you wrote and that it touch there heart. A tear will fall from your eyes as you know you made a difference in someones life, and made them smile. What a wonderful feeling it is to write a Poem to make someone happy. Poems What a wonderful way to write what we feel inside.

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He Is beautiful like nobody
He is Irresistible, he has the gift to be kind
And the way he looks at you
Goes directly into the heart.
this is him seductive

He looks like a child
when he is so close
Helpless while he’s sleeping

Face of an angel
That doesn’t deceives, that doesn’t lie.
I wish he was like this in reality

Face of an angel I look inside of you
And all I see is pure deceit, & false pretenses

He doesn’t have feelings,
And lie’s so easily
Conceited and self conceited
False just like his love
Its who he is, lovely isn’t he.

Yes, before he wakes up
I will leave without looking at him
Cause I know if I do
I will fall into his arms
I will be prisoner of his tricks
Again, like always again.

Face of an angel so perverted
He’s a monster, self conceited
False like his love
This is him, lovely isn’t he.

From cara de angel (Y.M)

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