Piercing the darkness like a full moon beam
Allowed him to open his heart it seemed
Fortunate to receive this eternally
Much time has passed since that awakening
Still each day has a way of remembering
That night, that night she stood opposite me
Much too sweet, much too pure to spill much guile
Yes, this thing can be seen from a mile
It can be none other, than her beautiful smile
1 comment:
Pretty cool poem. Is this the start of a new hobby?
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