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When she beats me (Free verse) by Win I never see it coming
Her fisted hands are
quicker than lightning
more relentless than a raging flood
And all the while
she smiles a smile
so stunningly radiant
it amazes me
In that moment, she is as beautiful and powerful as any goddess
In that moment she is wild and free
And I rejoice,
for I know then that she does love me
but the yearnings of her heart
come quicker to her hand
than to her lips
I rejoice,
and I wait for the day when she too will know,
beyond a shadow of doubt,
that I do love her,
beatings and all
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Posted: January 12, 2003 6:22 PM PST; Last modified: May 5, 2004 9:42 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2145653 Overall Rank: 4336 Comments:
Quite an interesting read to see the perpetrators affect on the perpetrated, an honest piece told straightforwardly -7-
decnt poem, could possibly use more concise images.
The love bout.
needs a bit of a hint as to what woman we are dealing with here. mom? sis? girlfriend? other? It is worthy of the effort.
Great title.
Is that some forshadowing there at the end? 193 view(s)
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I kinda dig the poem though.