My dear love, did I really love you once?
Maybe when I saw that smile for the first time,
maybe when you took my hand while crossing the road.
But my dear love, I wish I could see more than that.
Then maybe my love for you would not have been so fickle.
YOU ARE READING
Dance like the sun, sing like the moon
Poetry"No enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way, But to act that each tomorrow can find us further than today."- A psalm of life collaborative collection of peoples thoughts and lifes My first book on wattpad Started on 27/01/2020
