We met in December
I knew you were my mister
I'm glad I'm friends with your sister
She healed the heart you blistered
Those eyes you hold
Are no longer gold
I'm glad you're here
We're still in love my dear ❤️
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of Us
Poetry"You love the idea of me" he said. She stared at his eyes,"No I'm in love with you"
