He glares at her and she beams, but in a sudden in fades
Fades as though it never formed upon her full lips.
What was running in her mind you may wonder
But only she was afraid
Afraid to wake up one morning and realize that her happiness was all a dream
Then she's too afraid
Too afraid to love him more than she should
Knowing that no other male has made her feel as such
She knew with him it was different
She was who she ever listed to be
Oh how she adored him
Her hope was of one day he realizes and never gaze back.
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
