Rhyming Poetry!

February 14th
The February holiday on Wednesday came around
And flower'd sweets and choc'late treats quite easily were found.
While lovers, soft with whispered words, shared secret, loving looks
My time I spent, far from content, sequestered with my books.

From Maple sheets and stacks of books to miles and miles of prose...
Not laziness, but craziness... too typical at Rose.
An hour on the kanji quiz, a half on ECE
I must learn more, but such a bore! I long so to be free.

St.  Valentine may claim this day in hearts of others near
But homework due... and projects too? My fate is all too clear.
I sighed just once, a pleasant thing, then turned back to the mess.
Who needs a guy to make you cry? I've got enough stress!
 

Please
Won't you please help me?
I'm lost, sad, alone.
Won't you please find me?
It's dark, scary, cold.
Won't you please save me?
I'm trapped, growing old.
Someone, please save me!
I'll die on my own.

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Your eyes and your voice can enchant me completely,
Your arms and your hands make me feel at home.
Most clever questions that test me and free me,
So how do I now find I feel all alone?

You speak of those others who've held your attention,
And friends you'd have closer if given the chance.
Still I find, all too strong is my affection:
I'm easily lost in your simplest glance.

If the decision were mine to be making,
With you is the only place that I would be.
But this is your choice; my heart's free for breaking
Because I so love you, I must leave you free.

So I can't tell you just how much I love you
Ties words could make do not hold anyway.
All I can hope is to just be the one who,
When the dawn breaks, is allowed to stay.
 

** New **   Dream Love
                In shades of green,
                Of blue, of pink...
                I see my life;
                I find I think
                How it could be
                To be with you,
                Experience
                A love so true.
                Surrounding me
                In a sweet bliss,
                Show'ring me
                With Love I've missed.
                Your face to see,
                Your hand to take...
                But then, you know?
                I find I wake.
 

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