Women (nag) is the sulky Came and said to her lover. Make me a poem, with words of love, the which describes your love to me! This manw ho became kindly her lover replied. He said to the woman.
I'm not good at making poetry.
And these women Became more sulking. He then began to moan uneasy about this Man Who Became his mistress. About seldom Spend the day together, alone. About feeling happy is reduced. About the Laughter and tears are seldom (never) again shared. And about a variety of Things disappointed. This man, still patiently listening.
Well, said the man, I'll make you a poem, 3 days.
Three days later. The man Went to the woman. This, said the man in the woman, as she handed me a white paper ... empty. Hmm .. there's no poetry!? are you playing with?! Women asked angrily mingled wonder. Yes, there's no poetry in this paper. He replied calmly. Why? Asked the woman. The man replied.
I've been Trying and hoping to find a picture of a poem you like, in accordance with the orders you feel. But that's not what I got, no matter how hard I tried, I Could not write it. Because why? Because every wanted to write, my heart Would always say: For me you are a beautiful letter, to me you are a row of words soothe That, for me you are my sentence structure jg That Brings happiness appease the soul, and the Crux for me you are the paragraphs That complement my life. So, how can i make a poem for you, for me alone you are Poetry ...
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I'm not good at making poetry.
And these women Became more sulking. He then began to moan uneasy about this Man Who Became his mistress. About seldom Spend the day together, alone. About feeling happy is reduced. About the Laughter and tears are seldom (never) again shared. And about a variety of Things disappointed. This man, still patiently listening.
Well, said the man, I'll make you a poem, 3 days.
Three days later. The man Went to the woman. This, said the man in the woman, as she handed me a white paper ... empty. Hmm .. there's no poetry!? are you playing with?! Women asked angrily mingled wonder. Yes, there's no poetry in this paper. He replied calmly. Why? Asked the woman. The man replied.
I've been Trying and hoping to find a picture of a poem you like, in accordance with the orders you feel. But that's not what I got, no matter how hard I tried, I Could not write it. Because why? Because every wanted to write, my heart Would always say: For me you are a beautiful letter, to me you are a row of words soothe That, for me you are my sentence structure jg That Brings happiness appease the soul, and the Crux for me you are the paragraphs That complement my life. So, how can i make a poem for you, for me alone you are Poetry ...
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