(1889-1967 / England)

Illusion

So precious illusion my mind must be great,
For to conjure you up kept me working so late,
So perfect in substance, I wish you were real,
My bodies now aching, it’s not a big deal,
I want to be naked and lie next to you,
I need to feel something so I know what to do,
The picture is blissful, the colours so bright,
I need to open my eyes so I can see the light.

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intersting.. So lovely and powerful.
I thought you were like the rest. Well, what's to be done? ' 'To be done' 'Is it all right? ' 'Yes.' 'Sure? ' 'Yes, but why? '
I would give this poem a ten but PH hasn't allowed me to rank a poem in a month or so.
Every teenage girl should have to memorize this piece, do a research paper on it and the effects of teenage on the rest of her life in all the realms that characterize a female's life. Because this poem really reveals the truth about boys at this age in their life and perhaps all the rest of their life. I liked the style of this wise poem.
A poem on love having thrilling expression has been presented nicely.
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