You sit in a room by yourself
waiting for love to come through the door
to take you off of the shelf
quenching you from this bore
cool crisp horizons have been met
where passion blows
the lonesome passages set
true love does surly flows
youv met your maker
a whole heated time
fortunes come from a lover
as I pen this rhyme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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