by Ivan Miller Apr 14, 2007
category :
Love, romance /
lost love
I still haven't come to grips with you being gone, I imagine myself on the phone with you talking for hours, telling you how much I love you and you tell me that you love me back, having to listen to your family down me and you because of their jealousy. |
by Nicole
5/5 excellent poem. beautiful to read. |
A true love poem. Your love shines like a becon in the dark. Thanks for sharing. |