He speaks not to me
Yet every word a spell
I succumb to his sorcery
Where I seem to dwell
Sometimes they’re dark and stormy
His words become a gale
The vicissitudes of his cruelty
He tortures me in hell
But mostly they are loving
It’s how my heart has fell
Forever his devotee
There’s not much more to tell
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Lovely poem.
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I’m so glad you like it, thank you so much! 😊
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I like. Reminds me of yesterday, good times. :”
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Thank you! 😊
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To the core. Obviously with strong meaning to you, and evinces strong feeling to the reader as well
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Thanks so much and for the feedback! ❤
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