The sun shines,
On her golden hair,
And I remember,
When I couldn't tell her,
A word,
And somehow I can not believe,
That was ever me,
Because now I smile,
When she's happy,
And I'm crushed,
When she cries.
Now,
I can only talk to her,
And I could never imagine,
Walking out on her,
When she's given me,
The most amazing gift,
Of love,
And in that moment,
I realize,
That I do not deserve her,
When I've given her nothing,
And yet,
She's still here.
She still sits with me,
Wrapped in my arms,
In front of a fire,
On a summer night,
Marshmallows roasting,
Underneath our noses.
It's perfect,
And despite the sense,
Of feeling selfish,
I'm content,
That she's in my arms,
And nobody else's.
I am content,
That she is mine,
And I can only have faith,
She will always be mine.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoesíaLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
