Lucy comes on to me like a wave of beautiful mystique, Her vibrant colors disassociated with the rave but with my mind I dare not critque. While Miss Molly rolls across my face and down my frame, It is the feeling in this case that will leave tomorrow lame. I speak to you of two girls so devine, Each I make only mine. Some call it candy tripping, Others don't know what they're missing. But for you who know what I speak of, This union I call love. (Sorry, heh had a random spurt of needed creation. Extremely rough draft hardly even proof read... So bare with me)
Wow! I don't think any apology on your behalf is needed! This is what writing true poetry is about, letting the words flow freely Very beautiful
"This union I call love." I thought that said 'onion' when I first read it... heh Very good colli It's fun to rhymn
