I live in a world
where her eyes
meet mine often.
Where the strands of
her coal black hair
meet my shoulders often.
Did cupid- perhaps
strike at the wrong moment?
Just one day, maybe
I won't be out
With lanterns, searching
Longing for her touch
Just one day maybe
She'll look for me, when
hopefully it won't be too late
When hopefully she can
still be in my embrace.
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Poetry- Youth.
PoesíaThis volume contains poems of love, youth, loss and a variety of feelings that come with facing the sweetness as well as the bitterness of young love.
