fandy's Articles in Poetry

  • The first step toward combating fear is identifying it
    I ne'er1 was struck before that hour, With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed2 like a sweet flower, And stole my heart way complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk away, And then my blood rushed to my face, And took my sight away.


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