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The Tailor (shape poetry)
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Love's Sorrow His smile...........was sweet.
Sad puppy eyes,....dark and soulful,
gazing directly into mine, as he skillfully
measured the length and width to my soul.
I melted into a helpless puddle, enraptured
by his boyish charm and enchanting grin,
as he tailored my acquiescence.
How was I to know that he
had a penchant for
pincushion
hearts.
