The Depths of My Love

My Dear Jim, it’s nice to write

And I think of you every night

Sometimes you get me uptight

And my wings spread ready for flight

Never so direct before

Got me crawling along the floor

Whenever it’s time to go to sleep

I just want to feel you deep

And, Yes, I’m embarrassed and humiliated

Yet I offer myself to be confiscated

It doesn’t solve anything to give pleasure

Even so, love’s too hard to measure

Proposing to meet and greet

Causes a touch of cold feet

Since I’ll simply want you more

To have hold and forever adore

Put it in writing buy me a ring

So I don’t feel like your…


The payment is to assist in paying back student loans.

Because I have only salvaged 41 original paintings from all the moves I've made, these will be available to buy for helping me get rid of debt and assist with my future endeavors as an artist/poet/songstress. There is only one of me and only one of each of these very special paintings. They come with the poem stuck on the back too! Get yours while you can!


About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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