Love Poem: Playing Darts
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Written by: Ovidiu Bocsa

Playing Darts

A cat sharpening its claws -first premise.
Sweet nothings, he used as his promise;
First, Eve offered an apple, then Paris;
However, have no one to embarrass;

Suffering was added by playing darts:
His broken heart by Queen of hearts;
You did not know how much it hurts.
Some wear old fashion kilts or skirts.

Old patches are seen in clothes new;
Some use words explain their view;
More love may add wonders a few:
The lily is magically shining with dew.

So lovely eyes with gentle smiling hue,
Thy words-perfume and charming glue,
Sweet curds protect a frail, gentle soul;
Wind may blow, good eyes love may call.