Depths of rain,
Feel no pain.
It's a life,
Like stabbed by knife.
When time flies,
ribbon and ties,
An event happen,
Scribble with a pen.
A paper of love,
Delivered by a dove,
Message containing hello,
Feelings getting low.
After months have passed,
A new love casted,
One that called "Love",
As beauty like a Dove.
Love as sweet as butter,
That I could stutter,
As this poem would end,
A letter was send.
Time lapsed with Darling,
I can't resist to cling,
As her Advise gives me insights
My new life would light
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Poetic Life: Volume 1
PoetryCompilations of Poems written by yours truly, Martin Chua What is the feeling of storing your precious memories, in beautiful pieces of literature?
