Through quiet halls, my friend and I,
Lost in talk as time slipped by.
She laughed and nudged, a playful dare,
"That's him, right?" with a knowing stare.
And there he stood, calm and tall,
Square glasses sharp, moustache and all,
Eyes so deep, they held me still,
As butterflies swarmed against my will.
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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...
