MISSING LOVE
It is winter when I met you
Cold breezing heading to
When the lights of the Eiffel tower gleaming to dark
How I wish I can hold you beside
Our picture on the frame, seeing those happy faces
Makes all the happiness and joy combine
Hugging the pillow on this cold night
And now it's my singing soul, how I wish it can be gone
YOU ARE READING
From Hippocrene
PoetryCollection's of poems and sonnets~ [DISTRIBUTING, COPYING AND PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME] No hates.
