Penchant

Beleaguered Servant1 Comment on PenchantOriginal Poems

I have a penchant for my love,
A loyal inclination;
Though she’s asleep right now, and cannot
Hear my declaration

How precious to me she has been;
I’d hate to ever grieve her —
I have a penchant for my love,
And I would never
Leave her

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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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