My Love

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My Love

   My Love she sees me in the in evening she sees me late at night,
she loves me when we're all alone and even after a fight...
   My love she sees the best in me when all I feel I do wrong,
my love she stays beside me til I sing my victory song.
   My love she believes in me when I have nothing left to give,
my love gives me strength to move mountains and even breath to live.

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smoothdame commented on My Love

09-27-2010

nice poem i really liked it, I like the way it outlined what love does to you it makes you proud to be in love and there is nothing wrong with that.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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