I am no angel.
You are no saint.
But why does it feel like
This is heaven sent?
This lifetime, and another,
With you I would have spent.
Only, if you tell me
It was roses, not thorns, you meant.
When you said you could have loved me,
But not now, not yet.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoesíaThese are stanzas and poems I wrote. It's not much, but I hope you find time to read each of them. :)
