Her Love

When from your hearts

Blazing furnace

You plucked her name,

Though the heat had


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 ^_^