The classical music in the background,
Can't get over how your voice did sound.
Wanted to be closer to you,
Your fingers on the instrument as my view.
The paintings on the wall,
Oh how I've missed it all.
This connection that I feel,
But it was my first meal.
And still I have it in my belly,
This strangeness reminding me of jelly.
Can't really lie to myself here,
The smile on my face makes it pretty clear.
You have a passion I've never seen before,
A look in your eyes that I just adore.
You are so kind,
Genuinely the one I've tried to find.
- Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
