A fictional romantic poem of partially giving into the beauty of a lovely woman. This guy got it bad, he's trying to blame it on his eyes. You know how it is, the old blame game. This poem is a spin off of my other poem, "If eye Fall." Hey I'm innocent, I've already got 20-20. I can see all you lovely ladies very well, live and in living color.
From the depts of well,
I'm trying to get up after I fell.
My eyes gave in a long time ago,
as if you didn't know.
They love you so,
in them there's a loving glow.
The eyes are the light of the soul,
the beauty that pass through them
I can not hold.
My eyes are bulging,
and my hearts endulging.
My body wants to follow suit,
so I pull out my flute.
Play out a love song,
to help me remain strong.
I have an appointment
with the eye doctor soon,
I tried to make it early afternoon.
My vision will be 20-20 corrected,
so your beauty can be closer inspected.
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as she is…whether they wa
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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