How can he be so far?
We sleep under the same stars,
breathe in the same air,
yet I still don’t see him anywhere
He doesn’t know yet
that I write to him everyday
that I write about him everyday
that my love for him
is as green as the fields of hay
I need to let him know
how much he triumphed
in a war against my sorrows
For this love I have for him
can no longer be whelved
YOU ARE READING
honeysuckle evenings.
Poetrya short collection of scattered imagination verbalised into words. a love story in different parts. ©️ all poems belong to me. - cover: honeysuckle illustration from vectorstock - i do not own any of the pictures in this book. HIGHEST RANKS ...
