The lady with the dimple
Lifts me up to stumble
Lord help me not to topple
Lest I become a helpless cripple
Her beauty is a complement
Coded number eight swings with the movement
Looking fault the commandment
Mouths full of thousand comments
Dreams! Dreams! Dreams!
Dreams! Dreams! Dreams!Just too many Dreams!
Yes! Dreams of illusion
Days marked with endless desolation
Oh no! She leads me into commotion
I pray not to lead to depression
So! They call what
They call her LeoLeo the dimple
Leo the beauty
Leo the lioness
Leo my illusion
From this poem Leo must be really beautiful😉
ReplyDeleteI like the rhyme scheme.
ReplyDeleteHigh level of symbolism.
Keep up! U are the poet of our times
It is an amazing poem and you are an awesome poet, keep it up.
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