I don't believe in love at first sight,
Yet, how could I resist those mysterious eyes,
He was an artist painting me with a smile,
He brought so much joy, no matter the small distance away from him, it always felt like a century, even if it was one mile,
How his voice sang when he spoke,
Yet, how quiet he became when others turned away to leave him alone,
Quiet was he when I reached out my hand to read a poem from the love that was in my heart,
He turned away and fled into the silence,
Probably because I left him speechless.
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All the dreams that came true in September
PoetryAll The Dreams that came True in September... OUT NOW!!! This is my collection of poetry, I hope you like it, and that there is plenty of reading material for you, Part one is coming out soon, and there will be a Part two also on its way, no date fo...
