Libra Girl

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    Libra Girl

    Funny how it began
    You a female, I a man
    Scan a picture, put it up
    Two or three weeks I had good luck
    Of meeting you, tha'ts pretty cool
    Not too late and too soon
    Of all the room in my mind
    A spot for you I cannot hide
    Pride I take in writing you
    Somedays it's my favorite thing to do
    Your words filled with grace and truth
    Whatever I you make of me I undoubtedly make of you
    So Alas, a friendship that was born of suprise
    is seen as a gift when you look through my eyes
    And if you care to look just a little bit more
    my thoughts revealed for you to know
    for your beauty stands tall for me to adore
    though the physical sight of you, you do not show

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    BiffGoods’s Poems (18)

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