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 The Poor Romantic
She is as the rain that fell from the sky
leaving the Earth and I much better for it

Her words became the seeds that sowed a better man

Her scent distinct, as are her ways and they slay me

Cannot imagine life without the one that makes me
a poor romantic

Thoughts spell her name upon my heart
as my mind etches it

Sighs shall grow in numbers this day, as absence
becomes apparent and the need becomes much hunger

Though pauper in life and my words are far from
treasure, I shall offer the best of me

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For I am but a poor romantic,
as my empty pockets would concur





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