by Polo Bear

Created on: July 10, 2008

I was laying my eyes on her,
the one inside my world,
decided to change that,
and work on something with reward,
took a glimpse of my indoor cloud,
and felt the stress on my shoulders,
wrote about another one,
gifted with a voice so sound,
like a swan with a white gown,
finishing my task at hand,
written my work to the best that I can,
made my way upstairs to the next world,

this next world is a change of things over,
not allowed to watch as the milk in my cereal spills under,
on the ground below, my mom picks it up,
then she sat quitly as the show began to start,
another series of poets showing no slumber,
I glimpsed at the first poet momentarily,
thought he was good with a fresh face and so manly,
performed well and remembered it with overexceeding curiousity,
the next competitor is up now,
she is so beautifull, could be called a youthfull princess,
having good taste in clothing, my folks' my witness,
she struck me twice or three times, not with her potency,
but with her courage and strength she excercised authority,
a flamboyant authority is her charity, remembered her writing,
as it were her destiny,
I looked at her eyes, she cried tears, streams of compassion,
overwhelmed my mind, "Why is she crying?",is a question asked,
a loving notion teared my heart, she was loved by so many there,
"Don't cry over and over so many tears, it hit me hard to see her there"
"Love is what she found, many tears given for eternity bound."

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