When I look at the sky,
I think of you,
When the birds spread their wings anew.
When I look at you it's like a dream,
But I know that there's nothing you mean.
And then I remember who you are,
A face so beautiful and yet so far,
You and I were never meant to be,
No matter how much you mean to me,
For those who crave for the Rose,
Often forget the prose,
That holding onto beautiful things give pain,
And hence our love is just a vain,
A dream, a wish with nothing to gain.
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Limerence
Puisi''They were no more together. But she lived in him forever. '' #3 in poetry (29/08/2016)
