It klls me, my dear

all the crippling fear

that consumes me when you

try your hardest to do

all things others can.

You're far too pristine!

You should be kept, higher,

than with those who're unclean!

Isn't a painting

of exorbitant worth

kept well out of reach

of the common man's berth?

Condemn he who looks

upon you with lust!

May his eyes rot and fall!!

Mays his hands turn to dust!! 

I don't feel worthy

at all to be near.

Yet you simply laugh

and tell me, "Never fear."

Your perfection astounds me.

Your love, too, it confounds.

I'm not worthy to touch you.

I should be away, on the ground,

extolling your virtues to those far and near.

Yet, you still pull me close and then tell me, "Dear, 

I can tell you for certain that I am no godess."

But honestly, Love, there's no need to be modest.

Keyword: You're a Goddess.

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Posted by alfred 2008-05-24 08:32:18 quit writing about me this poems sounds like its about me...oh wait,,that word is spelt who're ...not whore...by the way, is that a word who're? + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-05-24 11:38:08 .... nice poem. + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-05-24 12:46:46 .... very nice. :) + Report this comment
Posted by SeverusSnape77 2008-05-24 20:04:46 **stifling his own laughter** 'Who're' is a contraction of 'who' and 'are.' + Report this comment
Posted by b.k. 2008-05-26 08:39:35 liked it. but unfortunately for me it's unrealistic. for i find that when you hold a person on a high pedestal you only set yourself up for heartache and failure...then again it may just be me. + Report this comment
Posted by chaabuk 2008-07-23 22:59:26 .... This is simply superb. The lover is trying to place her on a pedestal and considers himself unworthy of her but she stoops to conquer. This is true love. Marvellous. + Report this comment

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