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My Love
A frame is but a fence, that holds your beauty in A gilded little wrap, made with golden tin It sits upon my desk, like a tyrant in this place And only let’s me see, a picture of your face This bareness in my soul, longing to be filled But the frost within my heart refuses to be stilled And when the sap does rise, it should be no surprise I’m charmed by the grace, I see within your eyes ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:Frame...Beauty...Tyrant...Bareness...Frost...Sap
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