6:52 pm
June 4, 2024
Sure I have a lot of things to say
For I am afraid of You to call his name
In the altar where we wish for us to take our vows
Thinking that it's us whom Cupid aimed his bow
This poem is not to hate on You
But rather to beg for my prayers to come true
In the altar where we wish for us to take our vows
Knowing that it's You who let our love grows
YOU ARE READING
To The Sweetest and Gentlest You
ŞiirA piece or work for a certain someone I love. This book may find him or it may not but nonetheless, this is where a tiny piece of my heart is; and the rest in his hands.
