Vermilion haired and fair of form.
As she strides by with grace,
Upon her, stares of adoration borne.
From her, kindness comes without a price.
A fleeting smile from her,
Would warm and crack the coldest ice.
Though she often sees the world,
Under clouds of a shaded past,
She lives on with a heart unfurled.
If the name for God is mother,
Within the hearts of all children,
Then for gentle kindness there can be no other.
You deserve the sweetest of life’s surprises.
So peaceful, red angel,
May you continue to live a life without remise.
Author notes
Something for a friend from work's birthday. If it sucks then tell me quick cos i gotta link it to her today. ;P
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This is a very Beautiful poem, The one ur giving this to, will be very pleased by your words, so i wouldnt worry if i was you. Lovly on a job well done.
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Impressive.
Yes, impressive poem I'd say.
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Thank you very much.
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this is very good, very nice...it gets its job done, if that's what you wanted to know. very eloquent, and not sappy or cliche at all.
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its great hun, it really is,
i love it so so much, its just amazing,
i know she will love this,
all my love,
kitty xxx -
I think this is great, though due to the fact I I am more accustomed to four line stanza rhymes, I couldn't follow the rhythm of the poem very well. That's probably just me though. I'm sure she will love it.
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