Her

saphira

I have a problem

that problem is love.

She stole my heart 

and flew away like a dove.

So now my devotion

lies in her hands. 

Let's hope that she

doesn't give me commands. 

Yet when I see

her face I smile.

I could not believe

I was without her for awhile.

But just remember

that I love you

and maybe one day

you can love me too.

  • Author: saphira (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2018 15:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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