• Hello, neighbor! You fill my head, I think;
    You cling to my brain, and refuse to go.
    Beautiful ideas finally arouse a missing link,
    As poetry vibrates me…to love you more.

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    Hello, neighbor! You fill my head, I think;
    You cling to my brain, and refuse to go.
    Beautiful ideas finally arouse a missing link,
    As poetry vibrates me…to love you more.

    Neighbors are content to dwell at a distance,
    Conversation stirs a mysterious surprise.
    You and I have met a familiar apprearance,
    We have discovered–neighbors are alive.

    Poetic macob explains an elegant romance,
    Intercepting a pre-rigor mortis creep.
    Innately, weird creatures will stealth about,
    While craving their most favorite peek.

    Please, don’t assume–a narrow lonely freak;
    Perhaps, you mean to enter my head.
    A diminished sense will turn romance cheap,
    Daring heads…unto a forbidden bed.

    Odiously, macob avoids the ultimate grave,
    While creeps cry-out…to raise the roof.
    Sporadically, blood circulates for many days;
    Even though, aging renders no proof.

    My restless yearning awakens issues gone-by,
    For charm thinks–my emotion complete.
    Say, neighbor, do you feel a bit chipper…sigh,
    Thinking romance is a coherent treat?

    Neighbors stir a slight sense of feeling, I think!
    But weep-on…for social issues–creepy.
    Wrong heartaches must be compelled, or sink;
    For energy produces hearts…more sleepy.

    It is disconcerting…to be disturbingly funny;
    Affection will call: poopsie doll honey.
    The scary part…is hardly an influx of money;
    Rather, flaky bikinis worshipping sunny.

    Perhaps verse can be an expressive request,
    Where poets thrive on love, said neatly.
    Creeps are obliged to charm their neighbors;
    So, warm thoughts–consider discreetly.

    Young genders depend an awful lot on sex;
    While older codgers…tend to slip in time.
    His dreamboat has finally come-in, a wreck;
    She wonders where he went, still tryin’.

    Come along gap…wed the vows at the origin;
    Damsels are eagerly curious with sex.
    A poetic instrument plays a retreating organ;
    Tho’, his hot blooded passion…is heck.

    If ever love finds harbor–to age the heart,
    There is no better time to be coupled.
    Divorce creeps-up and destroys young folks;
    The credit news is: bills have doubled.

    Lovers discover adventure in various places,
    As mysterious vibs increase with love.
    Eureka! I have found delight–in sad senses:
    Issues of misery…descend from above.

    Romantic secrets share atmosphere alone;
    Patiently, attempt to understand that.
    If impulses emerge from your heart–like me,
    By cracky, you unleash a sneaky rat.

    I admit, my faults concur with your critical wit;
    An age barrier gap…repulses a creep.
    Beautiful love–like a breath of poetic delight;
    But then, to wake-up alone…is a cheat.

    There is a familiar echo–sounding creepy alert:
    Old boys have entered a younger world.
    They are mildly content–with tender charms,
    Until the wife awakens…as a forsaken girl.

    Stiff muscles ache, with torture to younger girls,
    For they expect sensual love to survive.
    Hopeful couples strive for wisdom of the world,
    Only to find–love!…expired in the night.
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