Beautiful is thee for who i dream at night
Thou wont believe me and keeps his face out of sight
It was not a maiden more a man
It was two who had not planed
One loved his pen but not thy face
Other loved his mind but not thy grace
There lay a flower upon thy trees
For a flower is a tree with a thinner sleeve
Broken simply the petals go
Down below you could see as the trees wave in just one blow
If only thee could see what i could see thy would love himself like i love thee
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Poems by AbellaGraze
PoesíaHere are just poems i wrote to pass the time that i want to share with you i hope you like them. Please note all these poems are mine and are not shared to be stolen and claimed as yours. If you'd like to take one and share it or use it in your sto...
