Pumpkin

My bubbly and bright little star, shining in spirit and song, 

Day or night to no avail, an epic beyond epics, 

All mine to feel and gaze upon like an astronomer of the heart. 

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Warning: Some personal love poetry

I love poetry. Its cadences, economy and brevity inspire me. I’ve even reviewed some on this blog. That said, I’m no good at it. I like reading it — and I learn some stuff from it. Here’s something I wrote to my ex:

Through deepest night and darkest hours, your smile and touch – your look, your wiles – bring me hope and care, love and madness. 

In love is madness and in you is hope so pure so true, I go mad at times knowing this truth, because I don’t want you to slip away – it’d be fruitless and blue. 

So I do stupid things like a child with fire, but I dowse those flames with guile because I admire. 

I admire your heart, your soul and beauty; your kindness, your candour, you’re a cutie. Please bear with me, I’m still growing. Hopefully with you, forever, old, wise and with knowing. 

Love you, babe. 

Anyway, reviewing poetry is an interesting thing. You can learn a lot about language, grammar and emotion. I should read more, and I recommend Poem Hunter. And if you must know, she broke my heart – now filled with sorrow, but a star does rise on each and every morrow.

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