Your blissful voice, speaking
From the other end of the phone
A genuine laugh, then cute giggling
That prince I could call my own
Barely an hour passed, and
I've already missed you
My hand on your hand
Without you I feel blue
You're my Romeo, I'm your Juliet
Bound by love, separated by fate
I want, no, I need the real you
The you that I will always belong to
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Hearts of Roses
PoesiaA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
