Well, hello there blacklion, let us take a peek into your portfolio, shall we?
My love had never seen light of day,
Until I met this beauty at night.
Long black hair, deep eyes, a full smile,
Cheeks that made me want to kiss them
Until I could taste the rose petals
That made them the color blush.
perhaps a *the* before light of day
perhaps an *of* before blush unless of course blush is a color unto itself which is entirely possible in this day and age...see a box of Crayolas for more on that.
That was lovely, lion, a good beginning.
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I know from the beginning that I
Couldn’t have her, but my emptiness
Craved her laughter to fill my soul.
Just the mention of her name
Caused me to rethink the outcome
Of my future plans of existence.
Here we have a bit of verb disagreement:
Perhaps it should be knew not know, my shaggy, dark maned friend.
So you got a big ol' black hole in your soul, lion? That's sad. But look, you're planning for the future, that's commendable.
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I thought I could deny the connection
That I hastily sought to place between us.
But the white worn linen softness
Of her hands wove and entangling web
As easily as they had caressed my face.
and should be an
Girlfriends got some magic hands there...
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Overtaken by my newfound release,
I allowed myself to delve deep into
This well of love uncontested.
She gladly obliged my efforts
By offering a warm heart to
Still my fears of rejection.
newfound should be new found
Aw shucks, that's sweet, blacklion, you old softy.
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But all was not right in paradise,
As other would come to asphyxiate
My attempt to find joy in my life’s cage.
My cage, though grand in stature,
And diverse in appearance, still was no less
Confining than a pair of body shackles.
other should be others
body shackles, hmm a dark picture that presents (slaps self to come back to the present)but I digress...
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Every second that I lie basking in her sun
Were like the hollow hours before a
Death row inmate receives his penance.
I want to stop the fascade,
But I’m run over by the momentum
Of my need to feel loved.
Verb disagreement again, were should be was.
fascade should be facade
This is sad, I feel your pain here, lion.
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I cannot, I dare not, try and hurt her.
But by my hesitance, I only prolong and
Add fire to the impending day of destruction.
If she only knew my hope, my dream,
To find someone as half as good as her within my cage,
I feel she could help me to let go of her.
I am thinking: take out the as before the half, flows better.
Blacklion get out of that cage of despair...it's a big beautiful world.
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I swallow my courage and bite my lip.
The blood is like acid on my palate.
I advance in this battle of torn emotion,
Certain of one thing only.
My loss today shall be equaled by
The fact I received of her reward before losing it.
The last line throws me off a bit.
Maybe: The fact that I received her reward before losing it.
Well then, that wasn't so bad now was it?
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