If she only knew
That whenever I look at her,
My heart is not my own,
It beats for her alone,
It is but her, and only her,
My soul has ever known
And as I lift my eyelids,
I wish to let it show,
My love, I can't keep low,
To her, my love will stay and stay
And this time, I'll let her know
YOU ARE READING
Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
