Dear, how I long for the spark
That brightens up your eye
Every time I think of you, I say
Maybe she'll laugh, then, I'll smile
My heart aches with an uncontrollable love,
Every time you smile
And my only daydream's to make you laugh Thinking maybe she'll laugh, and then I'll smile
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She Loved Withering Sunflowers
PoetryA collection of poems that alternate genres and moods. a book to the universe, so that it may know her.
