It sometimes seems so
far-fetched, this love.
It shines for a moment
well and bright, but
then goes back to where it
came from.
It is like the stars,
wildly visible, yet
unreachable.
It is like the tree
and its leafs,
lasts a season,
but ends in fall.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
