22 October 2017
To this fine young man, I've settled my eyes
Whom I've thought as an angel in disguise
To the fine young man I've always admire
He'll give willingly a promising smile
To the fine young man, now who have grown-up
Not an armored knight but can back you up
To the fine grown-up man, now breaking hearts
Emotions, again, whirled by his sweetheart
To the fine grown-up man with heart broken
Deeply wounded, since then haven't spoken
To the fine grown-up man I can ne'er have
Why can we never be each others halve?
To this line I've stop my heart be enslaved
Even heartrending, you're not mine to save
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PoesíaWhere there is coffee, there is poetry. And there are you. #83 IN POETRY | 4 October 2017 Started: 3 September, 2017 Ended: Jan 2018
