#WritcoPoemPrompt70

You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee.
See you there where no one ever goes
may eyes open wide or be it close.
You just gleam in the night that is deary dark
wearing white, much pretty, like a fairy's spark.
Your words sing Opera of millions past,
You, the beginning of my thousand lasts.
May you not get what I do feel
quite unaware you did me steal
The snow you are mine of hot summer days
like a Lily shyly makes that moon amaze
The cuckoo you are of my ruined orchard
you sang the beauty that had laid apart
A quiet violent has my time been
you ran across it being a spring, being so devine.
You stole the heart that did I only have,
the breathes that I did dearly save.
You took my peace without telling me
you know it or not, I don't see!



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