Year one challenge done
Year two amused eyes
Year three gasp the ring
Year four where are we
Year five have we taken our vows
Year six I don’t know how
Year seven I’ll hold you closer than ever before
Because year eight is not a year to morn
Year nine I hate because o the number
But year ten deeper in my hear and closer the more years that pass
More years means that I love you
Years that I spent and don’t regret
Years that say your worth my time
May they double
Triple
And shoot
I’ll love you even after then.
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Steps To Greatness
PoetryThere are the steps that I take to being a better poet. The shorter smaller steps anyway. Mainly consist of short poetry.