4 liners

My heart is the station of love,
A brain of grief runs through,
The quick beats are the telegraph,
The message is, “I love you”.

I will not say I do not love you,
For that would not be true,
But I will say that I love a boy,
And that dear boy is you.

I’ll meet you in the park
And I’ll kiss you in the dark.

Courting is a pleasure,
Loving is a grief,
A false hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief.

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POEM 2

My pen is pure,
My ink is pale,
My love for you
Will never fail.

Look to the East,
Look to the West,
Choose the one,
Which you love best.

Do you love me?
Many boys may ask,
No or yes you never say,
But keep quiet and go away.

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poem 4 liners

The world is wide,
The sea is deep,
And in your arms,
I like to sleep

To meet, to know, to love and then to part,
Is the saddest tale of many a human heart.

Your cheeks are pink,
Your eyes are blue,
Dearest, I am,
Always thinking of you.

Roses are sweet,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.

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