There are days I wish that I could fly
I would glide over to her chamber window
and together we would sail into the sky
leaving the cold, wicked world below.
Or if I could stop or turn back the clock
it would grant me more hours, one more day
to hold your hand, take another long walk
as I desire to be with her in every possible way.
One thing I want more than a magical power
is for her to discover the love I have for her
if she did too, my hear would bloom like a flower
as not being with her feels like a crime against nature.
She has no idea how I feel, not a single clue
how her love can heal, make me feel brand new.
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Sonnets
PoezjaA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
