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Attempting to write another thoughtful, romantic poem for my girlfriend - a prose poem. |
| My youthful, radiant soul Shall grant all of your heavenly desires On any saintly day of that honorable And worthwhile calendar. Prodigous maladies shall cease to exist And problems will duly fade; And the world will intently encarcerate All of its willful enemies and baleful concoctions. And we shall enjoy much warmth, hope, and togetherness, Bound righteously in mind and body, On that splendoured journey of inner peace And precipitous fortitude Known only to two unified and willing hearts. |