I loved how his eyes danced merrily.
and the gentle way he spoke;
the way he filled my aimless days;
with bitterness and hope.
I loved him as I fell to sleep
and as to each morning i woke;
I loved him with all my wayward heart-
until the day it broke.
YOU ARE READING
unopened, unrevealed
PoetryThese are some poems that I just compiled in one whole book, it's nothing special.