Another poem I made in class. :)
A Rhyme Poem
O my love, my only desire

Your voice like of a singing choir
That makes me float towards the star
Your skin is as soft as cotton
And the eyes as round as button
Your cutie cheeks as red as rose
That makes me want to draw you close
I want to feel your hand with mine
The other with a glass of wine
Sharing stories and jokes ‘til nine
And ending everything just fine
(c) goabove.com for the pictures
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