My love, my enemy, not mine…
I wish you more you could imagine.
With all the sweetness and delight
Let your life be a bed of pleasure.
No roses with the sharpest thorns
Would touch your heart in time of sorrow
And if there should be moans and groans
The gentle kiss is sure to follow.
I’m not your sister or your friend
I wish I could be…still I promise
I will remember till the end
The man who turned my words ‘to poems.
3/12/2018
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My love...
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