Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Poetry (not written by me)

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other
that is until I met your mother.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell'

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