I'm going to be honest...
I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp…just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned. See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended. But i swear I'm not a love poet.
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