The edges of me have rubbed away ...
All my corners, all my angles,
Acute and obtuse alike.
Clouds have more harshness,
Satin, wickeder barbs.
My eyes throw no daggers.
My tongue holds no sting.
Come to me, my love,
While I am like you.
Dang! My girlfriend did THREE bloggings in a row ... and two of them were poems! Meanwhile I barely ever write poems because I kinda suck at...