Ballad of the love poet
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charminggeek43 Je suis tombé sous ton charme.❤
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A poem about the love life of a highly introverted love poet.

Ballad of the love poet

The poet, the master, the weaver of words

The poet, the master, the weaver of words With wonderful wording on hand

The poet, the master, the weaver of words With wonderful wording on hand Relaxed and oblivious but never ignored

The poet, the master, the weaver of words With wonderful wording on hand Relaxed and oblivious but never ignored For charm is always in demand

O, the love poet, artist of pen and paper

O, the love poet, artist of pen and paper Has suitors for ages and ages

O, the love poet, artist of pen and paper Has suitors for ages and ages But he prefers fictional ladies of love

O, the love poet, artist of pen and paper Has suitors for ages and ages But he prefers fictional ladies of love To write sonnets for, pages and pages

So the charmer, the gentleman of finer words

So the charmer, the gentleman of finer words Has only sweet stanzas in mind

So the charmer, the gentleman of finer words Has only sweet stanzas in mind To pen them all down in his eloquent tone

So the charmer, the gentleman of finer words Has only sweet stanzas in mind To pen them all down in his eloquent tone Oblivious to love left behind

Yes, the king of charisma and ruler of rhythm

Yes, the king of charisma and ruler of rhythm Has no time at all to find love

Yes, the king of charisma and ruler of rhythm Has no time at all to find love How would he ever with his head in the clouds

Yes, the king of charisma and ruler of rhythm Has no time at all to find love How would he ever with his head in the clouds And comparing love notes to a dove

The poet, the master, the weaver of words

The poet, the master, the weaver of words Who can write limericks on a whim

The poet, the master, the weaver of words Who can write limericks on a whim Never to find what he constantly writes

The poet, the master, the weaver of words Who can write limericks on a whim Never to find what he constantly writes When it secretly matters to him

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