Before you, life was grey,
Now I see light in technicolor ,
Before you, I cried over spilled milk,
And I loved the feel of satin covers,
Before you, I loved ruby red velvet quilts,
And I didn't care about others,
Now you have cleaned up the spills,
And there are no more tears to cry,
Now, I love the feel of your skin,
When it's pressed against mine,
And I love your blue cotton sheets,
But I don't know why,
So, my love, don't let me go again,
For loving you is my worst crime.
- Author: Valerie P. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 2nd, 2021 21:45
- Category: Love
- Views: 16
Comments2
Fine loving words Valerie.
Andy
Sweet words ) I like your poem .
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