Doomed in my affection
I love the thought
of inhaling you
just like I
inhale
a wild rose
I observe you
closely
Try to hear
your enjoyable voice
although my heart pounds loudly
and my pulse runs wild
in my forest of
emotions
and it's in that moment
I know
for sure
I'm doomed in my
affection
for you
Poetry by Marlinda
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-01-02 at 01:01
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