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We met on the playground by the swing. I remember from the jump rope rhymes we use to sing. And now She and I we go places others have only dreamed. she and me we go on roller coaster rides daily and inspired by her beauty, she heals me and I a reborn child. “Ten little monkeys jumping in the bed, one fell off and bumped his head, Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish, how many pieces do you wish? 1, 2 ,3“; “Little sally walker sitting in a saucer, rise Sally rise, wipe your blinking eyes put your hands on your hips and let your backbone slip..oooh”
..It's crazy.. As we play on words together, we share the sounds of lovemaking, we share the struggle for progress, we share the failure and success of reaching deep, of finding a flow, a stanza that sticks and a letter that fits.
We share our emotions, they run deep so we sleep together, she never criticizes my reason nor my rhymes, when I can't say it she speaks it better, her love is all about me, when she speaks she brings instant peace, she is all mine and others claim to love her more than I, but she is my everything and the reason I can't die because she sustains my life just being by my side. She and I our love is everlasting it can never die. She is my bride and she wraps her arms around me, I get all fuzzy inside, we survive the deepest valleys, she there to lift my spirits like a pep rally, all I can hear is she whispering sweet syllables in my ear. I daydream of her and she is near I trust her completely of what I hear. I could never doubt something so pure. She loves me back too, I know this for sure because when I push her out to share her to the world, she returns with more gifts, she returns with more answers from her life experience, she returns with more love and lessons and even if I tried I just can‘t rid her of my presence, she's spoiled, Her unpredictable tantrums, seducing me with her curves, caressing my thoughts, soothing my nerves and touching my weak spot, her adventures, her conversation, her smooth interpretations, her outlook on my soul contemplations; A blessing in disguise, she knows I cannot deny her when she crosses her heart and bats her eyes, when she screams and asks whys, I just can't lie about my love for poetry, she is something to breathe, a sight for sore eyes and she is something to be, eat and sleep she is something I could never leave,
she is something else but she is just the one for me. I am in love with poetry.
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Asahda Shavaja Poet of the New Age <inspired by poetry>
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