If you take all from me,
Leave poetry with me,
I will call you not a robber,
For indeed you'll have taken nothing,
If you leave me poetry alone.
I am a lion nolonger a cub.
A bushy mane, huge paws, thundering roar.
I'll mark my territory from this tree, to that hill, and that rock to the brook down there.
I'll have one lioness in my pride the queen.
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You won't hide anything from me,
If I can look into your eyes!
Are you in love?
Your eyes will show.
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I don't fear heights
I just have a little problem.
I'd call you admirable.
Maybe loveable.
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You could be a nice person... a friend.
You could be what I'm looking for... maybe.
You could be what they say you are... charming.
You could be attractive... so very.
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