It hurts so much that I want to hurt myself in the hope of purging me of this sorrow. I want to bleed it all out and welcome the numbness.
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Hello, my friend. Your lovely eyes
To me are prettier than skies.
You lips as red as cherry pies
When kissed by me or otherwise.
I'm just imagining, I know.
I haven't talked to you that much.
But seeing you makes my heart glow
As it is craving for your touch.
E. S.
*looks at the bin overflowing with crumpled balls of parchment and lets out a shaky, nervous breath, then musters the courage to pick up my quill once more*
E.S.,
With a voice like a song to sing
A smile to lift any spirit.
A dance to sway, a rhythm to bring
Your beauty beyond comparison.
To find you wherever you may be
I'll be your friend, your confidant.
My affection is yours and my spirit free
For you are a gift, and me a humble recipient.
--Sebastian, very much not a poet.
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Darling, you are all I ever wanted love to be
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"Darling, you are all I ever wanted love to be."
E.S.
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e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)”]
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i love you much(most beautiful darling) by e.e. cummings
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Pensavi di aver trovato il principe azzurro, invece era solo un ranocchio che si crede un rospo ma che è rimasto allo stadio di girino.
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Oh you, whose smile fills me with joy!
Your eyes, they gift delicious heat.
You are my favoured Slytherin boy
With hair disheveled. My heartbeat
No longer drums a steady pace.
Sebastian, darling, you're a treat.
To kiss whenever your kind face
Means everything to me. Your sweet,
Adoring, gentle touch. Your sigh
Against my ear, a prayer slow.
I know you'd never make me cry,
Nor would you run from what you owe.
Nor would you leave with no goodbye,
Like all the ones I've had before.
My love, although I'm rather shy
You passion burns me to the core.
— E. S.
This is truly lovely and I've not a poetic bone in my body. I wish I could respond with something equally beautiful.
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E.E. Cummings, from Tulips & Chimneys originally published in 1923
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