I can never grow tired
of those beautiful brown eyes
that I fell in love with
one May afternoon.
I look into them
every time I see you
and I ask myself
how I let someone
so special slip
between my fingers.
My skin has the feeling
of your fingers
touching every last inch
of me
as we make love
and cuddle for a little while.
I will never forget you
and I don't think
I could forget you,
even if I tried
because you are
my first love—
my true love.
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I Was She
Poesie[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
