You've written numerous poems about her face
Remnants of unsent letters were buried in the fireplace
When you close your eyes, you remember her gaze
Along with the memories I cannot replace
A portrait of her hanged at the end of the staircase
You painted her as she smiled with grace
How can I replace the woman you once chased
When I can't feel your love everytime we embrace.
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PoesíaEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
