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My love shall make my lover a poetess
My love shall make my lover a poetess
For she is in
love with a poet and Sense
I speak in
stanzas to praise her fars
She is the painter
of the sun and then the stars
Eulogy and MISS;
do not miss the cloud
There are much
mushrooms wearing a cloud
Firmly rooted in
the good green grass
Fairly for
flowers climbing the brass
Steadily seated
on crystal stones
Steadily fitted
on clear and Jones
She is the lady
in my dreams and my tones
Here is my poetess
in my new bones
I wear her heart
with gentle tease
I buy and bind
her cries with fees
She is the red rose
that is free
My faithful
flower that is three
Give me Puffery! Give me this!
Give me lines that are Bris
She shines in
the heavens and on the stars
Spark that
special light close to the stars
On the earth
below the water do flows
She dances a
dance of age-band-lows
Eulogy! Give me one
Praises in praise, let it burn
Strolling this
path guided by smiles
My queen, my
heart, she surely must pass
She glows in
white roses and roses blue
So does this
nature, is that not new?
Puffery and puffery and more Ry
Reap and read this poet’s puffery
Fly with me, my
giver of wings
She is my bird
on feather I lean
Take me to the
clouds, the sun and winds
Let me dream in
air, the seas and in
Oh! Poet, give more puffery,
For eulogy is weak to praise my queen
She is my sight
that he does sees
She is my eagle,
my giant fin
She is my shadow
and many means
Walking my side,
thick and thin
Puffery Oh,
puffery, Go on with this,
Go on with these,
go on with these
Go on and puff
her loving these
Give her these
praises and my lease
I’ve
seen a mighty wall of Love
I’ve
seen Love, and many more Love
I
seen a forest of pink things that talk
I’ve
Barbados made bride to Rock
They
creep and craap and die and di
My
loving lively little breeze
My
heart amended to yours do be
Is
it not crystal to blend my ‘she’
Oh
my poet, speak to me
Teach
me the times and timely fee
Spray
me these jewels and the gift
Journey
my love in your own fleet
I
see the mountain that wage my moon
Where
the honey lies across the hills
I
will take the moon to the mountains
And
close this honey sunny soon
I
leave behind a garden pack
Where
the yellow web of bliss sank
Towing the waves
of running rivulet
Where the ravine
wills and ripples we get
Dear God has once
again designed
The weak and
branches that touch the ground
‘Tis the waters
of reflect blue
That when it’s
looked shall see just you
Eulogy but puffery, I love puffery,
For puffery I cleave, but give me the three
Shall we not fly
and land in reeds?
Shall I not
blink and you he reads?
Am I not he that
goes with the flows?
And You I greet
in golden glows?
And pouring free
in our circled earth,
Running and
roused that waiting wisp
I shall love
dearly, to you, I bet
My lover, my
queen to you I peep
There lives a
cabin in a river woods
Where the
rainbow does make her home
Sing the verses,
all my dudes
A lovage-lullaby that grant elves home
Love her with
all that love can give
A virgin smile
and juvenile kiss
A youth drizzle
and creamy creeks
A poet has done
justice to this MISS
THE END
{A blessing I met, gave ten pictures, and with ten frames I did paint, for patient I guess has won the day, this blessing must why I wait]
Am I not a crazy poet? Lol
Ebi Robert