He makes her smile,
For such a long while,
He is her happy pill,
Loves him more than soccer in Brazil,
A gift from fate,
For him she will wait,
Because he is who she wants to kiss in the snow,
Or under a beautiful willow.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
