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here's a sonnet to my love on this day
there's something about your smile and how they come after rainbows
or your eyes that makes me a star gazer .
my mother says the crisscrosses on my palm are maps
i tell her that they are maps to your heart
for at the end of this poem is a boy whose heart is your possession.
there's a way your lips taste,like fine wine in a new bottle
(the taste of your lips is in my head)
my lips are charred remains of bruises
they only know these words" i love you"!


edakitimothy.

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