This poem does an amazing job at drawing the reader in.
The woman holds this certain enigma to the reader, which I think allows them to create their own image of this moment, and the amount of love and desperation that the speaker has for her.
Overall, I’m not one for poetry but this holds to a very Edgar Allan Poe style poem of how love is a passing thing, and I really really like that it’s able to not be overly cliche. If anything, it leaves me wanting more.
Good job!!
Points: 63
Reviews: 7
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