There is in my heart
a bright tiny house
where you still dwell
There is in my mind
a country lane
where we once walked
There is in my soul
a quiet prayer
you too walk there
There is in my life
an empty place
that you once filled
A/N written in challenge to write a poem about my first love
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Love in all its Colours
شِعرa spectrum of deeply felt personal relationships, of meaningful selflessness and reciprocity "not always pretty not always fun not just for the young"
