Posted in Poem

Love


Love

The fragrance you emanate
From a budding heart as you flower
To all that spice you provide to my life
And to all that you cure 
Those pains, those aches 
How you destress me
How you purify me from deep within...
Clove, I meant Clove.
Not Love. Clove...

I am such a lousy Love Poet.
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Author:

Besides fantasizing about being a Peter Gibbons at least for a couple of days at my work, I think I have a long way to go to realize some of the other fantasies. But like any ambitious man out there, I will get there! Note: All views expressed in this blog are mine alone and have got nothing to do with my company Cogent IBS, Inc., its employees or any of its affiliates.

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