No, it was not fate
The day that we met
We went on a date
And it did feel great
No, it was not you
Who said the three words
It was nothing new
Did not expect from you
No, it was not late
When I realized
There was nothing more
For the both of us
No, it was not me
Who said the three words
I guess I could see
That we're just passing by
YOU ARE READING
Into My Heart
PoetryIn this little black poetry book, I'll be opening my heart to the world. Unraveling the phases of love we go through. The bliss of infatuation, the pain of heartaches, the joy of love , the peace that comes from finally moving on, and on to the next...
