She's like a rare and special flower
In her eyes I see nothing but the power
To take my heart and love this hour
And make what's ours hers forever!
Her smile sharper than a broken bottle
Her anger quicker than a burning flame
Her beauty reminds me the lady Sheba
She can make what's left of me hers forever!
I've seen beauty fade away with age
She's perfect I mean her beauty detailed
Oh! the seven wonders she was the eighth
She's like wine, with age we'd have to embrace!
Yes she can make what's left of me hers!
What tomorrow brings uncertain
But for today, I know my intentions
Yesterday was my recovery!
I hope my forever would be with you Chizi m
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Feelings in words don't rhyme
Poetryfeelings are not words, feelings show the truth we've been telling ourselves but refuse to believe and feelings are deceitful. I do not know how to say what I feel so I write them in poems... some from personal experience others from observation and...
