Gods do I love her!
Remembering now what
that word means.
To be with, to touch,
to hold, to hear.
To hold her,
is a feeling unknown.
Lovely; right.
Walking down the street
thinking of her
and it's enough,
to feel right.
Correct.
Suddenly, every wrong thing,
in a world of bad,
is justified.
Because I held her,
last night.
She is the answer
to a question
I can't even ask.
It's sad
that like all things
we must spend time
apart from each other.
Well...
Everything must be paid for,
and the way she feels...
Well...
I'll be paying for a long time.
And she's worth every cent.
I love her.
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Thanks George! To be quite honest I have not put that much work into this page at all; just write when I can or copy things from my notebook...
by-the-by is there a hidden "BUT" in your message... like "I'd visit here more often, BUT I am in jail" or ", BUT I don't read blogs" or perhaps ",BUT I don't really like poems." ?
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