Lost in her enamor
on the verge of losing my sense
indulged in her aura
the yearnings so drenched
And such was the pull
she had on my heart
that even her gibble-gabble
sounded like the gospel of love
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Confab With Me 
Why cold and dark?
Great
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Lol that’s what happens when you fuse two poems
Ha-ha 😆
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Oh lol@ updated post
Thanks to you 😊
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Thank you again my dear friend
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Thank you my dear friend ❤️
Thanks so much, Sara
‘that even her gibble-gabble
sounded like the gospel of love’. I adore the note on which you ended this amazing poem❤
Thanks so much, Nameera. Much appreciate your kind read
I have never ever seen the phrase “gibble-gabble” and I love it! 🙂
Thanks so much my friend. Much humbled ❤️
awww this is one of my favorite…I’m gonna show it to everyone who calls me talkative.
Lol. Thanks so much for your lovely read. Much appreciate
Thanks for the ammunition
Haha
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Thanks so much my dear friend
The Men of this world will never find a gibble gabble to be a gospel so You don’t belong to this World🤣
And do I need to say how much I loved this poem❤
Haha. Thank you for your kind adulation. And many thanks for liking my work. Much appreciate it 🌸🌸
Hahaha, gimbal-gabble, love too?
Sure. Love is aberrant you see 😊
So romantic. It’s true when one is in love the object of that love can speak pure gibberish and it sounds like poetry. Beautifully written my friend. -Jill
You said it so beautifully. Thank you so much for reading
You are most welcome my friend.