Perhaps I will never be able to tell you
how much you really mean to me.
I would defend you in a room where you aren't there;
I would love you until my soul leaves its vehicle;
I keep wishing for us to meet in every world;
I would love you till the moon dies.
Perhaps the amount of love I hold for you
within my tiny, fist-sized heart is so much
that I would never be able to express all of it
in one lifetime with you.
For my frail body is exhausted to walk fast enough,
to be able to walk alongside you.
Only if you could turn around and wait for me,
would I be able to tell you all of this.
But who am I to say all of this?
For you only want her to walk with you.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
