We



She had a world that made me wanting more

she has a sway, an air, a fruitful soul

she was aware that I was not to rest

and that her place was not to go to waist


She asked me what a kind of man I was

I said to her
the one you ask about

She left me wishing, longing, wanting more


and all the time she stood

right at my door



Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-03-16 at 05:42

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Love this, really do... so much attachment and admiration are the feelings that come through for me. Warm and smiling, I really enjoyed.
2014-03-29



I like your answer to her question about what kind of man you are. :) Good reflective poem.
Ashe
2014-03-16


Nabeela Altaf
I like how you added a pun in the middle.
2014-03-16