At night I sit and think of you,
And hope you think of me too.
Your favourite colour fills my mind,
The cold blue sky, where our souls may bind.
The orange sun rises through my window,
Making me squint, my energy low.
Then to wake me up, I take a tea,
And wonder what our future will be
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Poems for Romantics
PoetryA large selection of original poems for people who just can't get enough of romance...
