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True Tenderness


    True tenderness is silent
    and can't be mistaken for anything else.
    In vain with earnest desire
    you cover my shoulders with fur;
    In vain you try to persuade me
    of the merits of first love.
    But I know too well the meaning
    of your persistent burning glances.

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  • Ahkam Moderators member
    January 22
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    Very Nice

    Beautiful short poem, very few females can write so straight.