Love Poems

The Girl who loved Art

There was a girl, who was simple as can be,
She wore stained clothes, a paint splatter on her left knee.
She loved to paint, draw, and sketch, A paintbrush in hand, something her dog always fetched.

She painted 'till the sun went down,
Of a gorgeous woman, wearing a diamond crown.
She doodled and scribbled on every nook,
And she never had time to pick up a book.

She loved to paint, with so much glee,
She can even draw nature, her favorites were trees.
Her love was art, her heart would never shatter,
Unless she drew it, with a red paint splatter.

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The Odds Between Us

What are the odds between us?
Like one adds to another,
and it equals me and you?

The longer we stay together,
the more our love multipies.
The longer we are apart,
it divids us both in misery.

What are the odds between us?
Will our love be infinite?
Or will it be eliminated?

~RAR