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Her Love
When from your hearts
Blazing furnace
You plucked her name,
Though the heat had
Burned
And scarred the rest,
She did not even frown.
But with eyes twinkling
And open arms she came.
For she loved you
And hoped you felt
The same.
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That was really intriuging. It wasnt the usaul "lovely-girl-crap" It's just a shame there's no title for it. Kep writng kick ass poetry and if you got the time come and check out some of my stuff. Keep writng ^_^