When September comes in, the hardened walls melt.
It happened when I see an eye, an eye of a sweet lass.
Her modesty and honesty,
Captivated my soul,
I never thought of giving birth to a,
New Admiration.
To that lass, at last,
I am admiring you from a far.
I don't want to assume that far
For I am afraid to fall and and be replaced later.
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THE DARK kNIGHT: INTO THE NIGHT
PoetryThis is a 3rd book poem of 21st Century poems. Come on lezz read!
