ABUNDANCE OF GRACIE

by chriskabz

Published October 11, 2012

In October 2012

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The morning rain sickens me,
The soft noise as it lands on the roof
grants me peace though,
But I struggle to stop glancing beside me,
Thy beauty portrayed wonders my eyes,
In fact nature strongly insists that she is paranormal,
I just stop glaring at such a miraculous creation!


Her blue eyes are the source of my flabbergasting,
Her soft voice causes me to flatter,
Yet never am I too shy to express my wonder,
Through her unconditional kindness
Never do I fear do speak my heart,
She always listens keenly to my emotional expressions,
How more lucky could I ever be?!


A perfection without a doubt,
An angel that I can't live without,
A smile that always pulls me out
of all my stress and my misfortunes,
Alas! I have no more but the abundance of my  Gracie!



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anna91423 wrote a review Review · Oct 12, 2012

Awwwhh, this is adorable! The old language is reminiscent of times when great love sonnets were written, which fits into your theme well. I can't get over how cute this is this! The beginning really sets up the poem because you can imagine the speaker is sat in a classroom listening to the rain and struggling to concentrate when all they want to do is look at the beautiful girl sat next to them. The use of hyperbole in first stanza is pulled off very well, and made me smile. I hope this is about a real girl and that you guys get together, because it's just so sweet! Ahah, sorry for gushing and keep writing! :)

thanx anna!I actually am in love and the rain....its a symbol of academics that eventually have caused me to forget the angel that sat right beside me. Grace is real but unfortunately she belongs to someone else.thanx again though



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