Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25547916-20150130050700

''Here's a poem thingee for which I currently have no title. Any and all feedback is appreciated:''





Oh, praised be god above that I can see

the way your beauty shows and holds and rings

the way your body shines and warms and sings

so perfectly in all regards for me.

Oh, how I wish that you’d with me agree

about all of your many pretty things

about your lovely smile that comes and brings

back memories of my first seeing thee.

The day we met beneath the sky so gold

So glad was I to find no eyes around

And praised be god above that I was bold

Enough to dig on down below the mound

And praised be god above that I had found

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