She lifted her golden brown hair,
causing me to stare.
Her hand touched mine,
illuminating me as ere.
All I want to do is to touch her,
delicate and soft.
Memories concur.
Our love is aloft.
"No one loves you like I do, so please - hold me forever," she said.
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Love: A Boy's Perspective: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA boy introduces a girl to you, reconciling their memories as they move through time and different places. The boy is unsure of this "new" love, and invites you, the reader, to help him find the right path to where his heart leads.
