Romantic

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    Romantic

    Some may call me

    A Hopeless Romantic

    I assure you I’m not

    The difference being

    A hopeless waste time

    Made that mistake

    Learned from it

    I’m a Romantic

    The difference being

    I’m not waiting on lighting to strike

    If the storm don’t come

    I’ll find light else where

    And when I do

    It will light my way

    If not

    I’ll find another

    Strike me down if ever I waste time and Heart

    Being a Hopeless

    For they are the one’s walked upon

    And taken advantage of

    For I am a man

    That knows his Heart

    And knows it well

    And I seek to share a Love

    With one worthy

    I will not settle

    For anything less

    Than one’s Full Love

    Under GOD

    With all my Heart

    Sweet Dreams

    -Fin-

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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