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The nights are cold, and my heart doth freeze,
Thinking of the one, who does tease.
I wait for the dawn, and the light of day,
Hoping that love will come, and drive the night away.
And keep on searching, for that special scope.
For love is out there, I do believe,
And one day, it will be mine to conceive.
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Comments (1)
hahaha, good job! Good luck in finding it. I loved your poem.