One week feels like a month
The loss of touch, the missing piece.
The smallest things, a fluffy pillow, a heavy door,
Make him smile and her remember those lost days
He wants her back, he knows the question
Can she make her dreams come true
Without him there she still has small hands,
Hands she knows will make her smile
But no one there sings her love song,
Holds her heart and makes her sing.
She knows small hands alone won’t solve her problems,
A life together she knows awaits.
Once in a lifetime you meet this heart,
A sparkling girl or a crazy boy.
Destiny tells you their soul is special,
Blue eyes like the sea or an embrace like home.
Without knowing this soul becomes your love,
And with this love you can dream again.
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Author:
chris frank (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2021 17:30
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Fantastic poem.
It's what makes life so special and worth going on.
Beautiful words 🙂🙂
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