With a chaste kiss she bid farewell,
Her sweet smell still lingering in the air,
Her taste still in my mouth.
Her scent still eloping the air,
But soon enough it will be gone,
Gone forever.
She bid me farewell for the last time,
And nowhere was her presence ever seen.
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Poetrywhen we love, we usually love so hard that it physically pains us to even think about leaving the person we love. this is a short collection of poetry written by me. it might not be the best, but its there. (also please dont think its a book about l...
