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Reality of Infatuation. Reality of infatuation. Infatuation is not unkindly proved, for those of us; we, who are so blessed. It is a sweetness of dreams and issued, with a heart’s affairs and love’s interest. Even we poets, with our fragile hearts, are aware of infatuation’s misting smoke, that things are not to full, no fire starts, when no embers are there for an iron’s stoke. When infatuation rises a softening stream, and a poet’s heart excels to a fancy’s call, then dream on you poet, an excellent dream, and it becomes not an infatuation after all. What gives rise to love’s infatuate? A woman’s beauty in full concentrate. |
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When I was teen I was infatuated with every handsome male that passed by (well, not all) It tookme a long time to understand infatuation , like petrol, doesnt last for long!!!! Sweet Poem.
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I was infatuated with Brian Jones from the Rolling Stones, cried myself silly when he died. What a great group, and still going strong. Lovely poem Ron.
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Phrases plucked from the Nat King Cole lyrics... Fascination Just a passing glance... Just a brief romance.... Then I touched your hand..... I think that it's great, especially at our age, to get our blood pumping with a bit of fascination! LOLOLOL
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