Created from nothing but the purest of stardust, your beauty known throughout the lands, whispers say of a Goddess.
She is that first sip of fresh coffee,
It's warm, sweet, a nirvana,
the type of drug that's addicting
the one you can't get enough of.
Being this your day,
now I'll never forget,
December 14, the birth of an angel.
YOU ARE READING
-Letters to Old Lovers-
ПоэзияHere lies the moments we shared through words I never dared to tell you.
