Unrequited
sadness lurks within
my heart cries when we’re apart
glad in his embrace.
Memory of You
a love lost and found
on pages of paper, parched
down memory lane.
First Kiss
pounding like the drum’s
my heart dances with each smile
brighter than the sun.
Promises
sweet as a honey
I dwell on its aroma
a life bittersweet.
El poeta que nunca seré...
1 month ago
4 comments:
full of love, hope and romance. nicely done, mike.
Thank you Mamta...
btw I like your pic at poetrydances! your beautiful with your flowing hair hehe..
haven't visited poetrydances until lately... :-)
aahhh...promises...both those spoken and also those unspoken but spoken between hearts...lovely! :)
C...
Yeah... they are treasured... hehehe
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