Unequalled Charms
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Mark Heathcote
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Don't tell me fibs; my heart is thumping
beating like butterfly wings
vowing to fly straight and true to you
my soul is somersaulting like falling leaves
swirling to be ahead of any cold breeze
that takes off the heads of a thousand poppies
don't greet me with a nomadic smile
romance me like the stars
that even when they're dead and gone go on,
go on, go on with unequalled charms.
Because love, that is how I love you.
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