Love is all these thingsA Poem by Ann Elise Monte
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Like a rose Painful Like its thorn Soft Like fresh blankets Warm Like the sun Safe Like a mother's embrace Dangerous Like the rapids Passion Like the flame Growing Like the oak Etched into memory Impossible to forget Clinging desperately To shreds. © 2011 Ann Elise MonteAuthor's Note
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Added on September 18, 2011 Last Updated on September 18, 2011 Author
Ann Elise MonteFantasyland, beside a mass grave of dead story ideas, AustraliaAboutI'm an nineteen-year-old Australian university student. I write Young Adult fiction and my longer works tend to contain strong fantasy and romantic elements. My shorter works have more variety because.. more..Writing
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