Through hundreds people staying there
I only see your empty chair...
Tears can quench a burning heart
But missing you becomes an art.
Right since the day you went away
I've been looking in your way:
That path your sweet steps used to meet...
Your mellow voice while you greet,
Your thrilling eyes looking at me
That glowing smile I love to see...
When we meet again-and this is so true-
It's not me who's allowed to hold you
Not me is who you miss to see
Because it's someone else who'll be...
When I will be away too
I won't stop thinking of you.
'Cause I will search inside my jacket
Take out my keys from my left pocket
I have a photo as key-trinket:
A picture of you beside me.
(I'm superb also, I agree).
So may your road be smooth
And merry be your time!
Melodious, like a rhyme.
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The secret story
Poetry"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet".And so do I...Poems,rhymes. 1st place - The masquerade awards 2017
