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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

OuT Of ThIs WoRld

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi."
She spoke her words gently
like a blue jay that sangin the hours of breaking dawn.
My words refreshing like orchestra symphonies
cried out there reason, but only to be pardoned.
and once again I attempted, 
"Je t’aime, je t’aime... Je t’aime"

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi,"
It did not grow old to my ears.
It only brought me to a point of return
and like a swirling bee, I stung her once again
"Mon nom est Aldridge," I whispered,
She giggled and I knew my venture had seen light.
"vous et moi, should start a family tree and ,
 live by the sea, in our breeze of love,
Je t’aime, je t’aime... Je t’aime,"

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi,"
It did not grow old to my ears,
and the fact that she was from Venus,
and I was from mars,
never stopped me from telling her
that she was out of this world.

"You speak the language of love," 
I told her,
"be my tutor of this beauty and,
I will scribble it all over you heart,
and the sands of our hour glass of love-
shan't run out for it will 
be over flooded;
Albeit, our worlds apart, 
let me take you away and cherish you.
for I have travelled many miles only to fall for you…
"Je t’aime, je t’aime… Je t’aime"

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