LOVE IS WHAT IT IS
I can taste,Coffee in her eyes.
The honey in her lies,
They both taste bitter sweet.
I would curl up and die,
For the Wart on her smile.
The ones I will truly miss,
Is the halitosis taste I got,
From our first kiss.
And the scrapping of corn's,
When I massage her feet.
There's no sty in her eyes,
That would come close
To keeping in pigs.
Then again,
Love is what it is
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-09-25 at 05:12
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