Love Poem Generator

Your skin glows like the pomegranete, blossoms fat as the sunflower in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your clarinet voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great owl wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of girlbeams and hold next to my leg.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of orange juice.
As my eye falls from my tie, it reminds me of your rye.
In the quiet, I listen for the last boom of the day.
My heated ear leaps to my sock. I wait in the moonlight for your secret watch so that we may destroy as one, ear to ear, in search of the magnificient forest green and mystical Roseanne of love.

As my eye falls from my tie, it reminds me of your rye.

lol that whole part rymes

 

This is completely off topic but Kirbir is that you in your avatar?

 

No, lol Alot of people have asked me that.

It is Avril Lavigne, we have similarities though

 

Your skin glows like the melon, blossoms heart as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your drum voice and leaps like a cow at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great cro wing.
I am comforted by your condom that I carry into the twilight of dickbeams and hold next to my penis.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of lube.
As my penis falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your gay.
In the quiet, I listen for the last gay of the day.
My heated gay leaps to my gay. I wait in the moonlight for your secret penor so that we may gay as one, gay to gay, in search of the magnificient and mystical of love.

 

lol this was an awesome find

 

mines still the best...go to the first page 2 read it

 

Good find! Now I don't have to kill my head to do a poem for my girlfriend :lol:

 

Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms sexy as the daisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your trombone voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great parrot wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of computerbeams and hold next to my ----.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mountain dew.
As my ----- falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your tv.
In the quiet, I listen for the last white noise of the day.
My heated hand leaps to my hat. I wait in the moonlight for your secret lamp so that we may jump as one, hand to hand, in search of the magnificient black and mystical cd of love.

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LOL, this is great

Your skin glows like the kiwi, blossoms Slimey as the Fern in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Bongo voice and leaps like a Whale at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Vulture wing.
I am comforted by your Thong that I carry into the twilight of Mudbeams and hold next to my Left toe.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Soda.
As my arm falls from my Hat, it reminds me of your Ass.
In the quiet, I listen for the last fart of the day.
My heated Leg leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Keyboard so that we may Running as one, Leg to Leg, in search of the magnificient brown and mystical Pie of love.

 

thats really handy now if only i had some one to read my poem to lol

 

Your skin glows like the lemon, blossoms wet as the poppy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your drum voice and leaps like a bear at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great robin wing.
I am comforted by your sock that I carry into the twilight of roofbeams and hold next to my eyelash.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of semen.
As my tits falls from my skirt, it reminds me of your chair.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bang of the day.
My heated face leaps to my underwear. I wait in the moonlight for your secret glass so that we may skipping as one, face to face, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical bowl of love.

 

I'm actually gonna send this to my girl. She might get a good laugh out of it. :lol:

My Love

Your skin glows like the mangosteen, blossoms sweet as the hibiscus in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cello voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great falcon wing.
I am comforted by your scarf that I carry into the twilight of airbeams and hold next to my hands.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Irn Bru.
As my eyes falls from my socks, it reminds me of your light.
In the quiet, I listen for the last chirp of the day.
My heated lips leaps to my sweater. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dust so that we may sneeze as one, lips to lips, in search of the magnificient black and mystical wall of love.

 

Your skin glows like the Tomato, blossoms muffled as the Cow in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Wine Glasses voice and leaps like a Girraffe at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Ostrich wing.
I am comforted by your Sock that I carry into the twilight of Treebeams and hold next to my Ass.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Syrup.
As my Minge falls from my Hat, it reminds me of your Car.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Crash! of the day.
My heated Boobs leaps to my Panties. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Lion King so that we may Kicks as one, Boobs to Boobs, in search of the magnificient Green and mystical Fish of love.

some of mine makes no sense

 

hahaha this is a nice find.

 

Nice find, but doing it normally makes no sense.