I saw him standing there and I tried to look away.
But somehow in my despair he surely found a way.......
A way to my heart, he didn't push hard
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Aphrodite
PoetryWords are expression of our being. Sometimes what we can't say, we write....
The Stranger
I saw him standing there and I tried to look away.
But somehow in my despair he surely found a way.......
A way to my heart, he didn't push hard
