National Poetry Month
National Poetry Month
You don’t stand a ghost of a chance,
I have a lot of patience.
I’ll do what it takes to win your heart
no matter what comes.
Day and night I’ll bombard you with gifts so
you’ll not be able to erase me from your mind.
My love for you burns so brightly
it blots out the sun.
I will write tender love poems
that will melt your cold exterior.
Nothing will keep us apart.
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