Andy Procter Poems

Salem, the home of all good people like a god in heaven.
People with good faith in Jesus and were proud of their leaven.
It was a bright and sunny day with a beautiful blue sky.
Abigail and her friends were caught dancing in the forest, trying to overfly.
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I still remember that day when I first met her.
She was little and had a gorgeous face which I used to stare.
Day by day, I started to fall in love with her.
I was glad for every moment and felt like a free bird.
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I love your name that starts with letter B.
I love how your heart skips along with me.
I love how your eye wink when you see me.
I love you're thought that I am locked door of life and you are the key to open it.
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I am an angel who was born to be a member of this beautiful world.
I am a little prince with the twinkling face like diamond and gold.
I am an ambitious person with a lot of future goals.
I am a true lover who devotes life with a true soul.
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Why can't I stop my tears which are falling continuously from my eyes?
Why can't I get the chance to make my soul true when it tells lies?
Why can't I stop forgetting someone, who is in the inner part of my heart?
Why can't I raise time of my life which is too short?
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