Waking up to youis like waking up outside
to a sweet smelling dew
Your love shines like gold
It's with you that I want to grow old
Can this be real?
If it's not then what's this I feel?
I give all I could and do all I can
Couldn't I see you had a man?
I know your love for him I can't replace
But for me you keep making space
I want to overcome this love but how can I?
This is my love cry...
* A poem I made way back in 2005. I found it in an old blog of my Nephew. http://mflorez.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html *
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