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“Who am I? The Love-Scorched Boy” (A flirt with Mary and the universe)

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Introduction : If you ever wondered what happens when a boy flirts with life, the moon, and one very lucky girl all at once — welcome. This is not a love story; this is a mood. A head tilt, a cheeky smile, and suddenly the universe starts blushing. Here you’ll meet the Love-Scorched Boy himself — the guy who jokes with the sea and argues with the moon. Sit back… because this poem might just steal your heart the way Mary stole his. “Who am I? The Love-Scorched Boy” (A flirt with Mary and the universe) They say, “Hey… do we know you? You seem so near,” I tilt my head to the right, with a soft little cheer. A secret smile hides in the glance that I give, A shadow in hearts that refuses to leave. I’m the one some see, and a shiver begins, While others wave warm, with bright, easy grins. I walk through the world, with laughter in air, A spark in the day, a smile everywhere. I’m the one with eyes, sharp as an eagle’s sight, Catching small truths, hidden far from the light. A riddle...

"Smile… Please Smile, Mary, My Love" (From a Heart Waiting for Her Smile)

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Introduction : Love has many languages, but sometimes the sweetest words come from a single smile you’re waiting to see. This poem is a playful dance of affection — a little teasing, a little longing, and a whole universe of warmth. It celebrates that magical moment when someone pretends to be sad just to hear your voice, feel your attention, and steal your heart all over again. Here, every line is a soft chase, every metaphor a warm hug, and every stanza a reminder that love becomes brighter — even mischievous — when two hearts know how to laugh together. "Smile… Please Smile, Mary, My Love" (From a Heart Waiting for Her Smile) Please smile, my dear — why hide that glow? You know you love to steal the show. Don’t act so sad, don’t pout like this— You know that look is pure mischief. Please smile, my love — your glow is light, It flips my whole world day to night. My worries melt, they start to run— Like ice-cream melting in the blazing sun. Please smile, for you’re my ice-cr...