love

A Poem by Mike

love

their is this girl ive dreamt of but never met,

i haven't constructed a image of her yet.

what i comprehend though, when im with her i am free,

i become an open book and she does to me.

when we first meet their is a certain rawness

our words come easy as we speak,

similar a river, one which is unhindered, by any damns.

We smile brightly and do a lot of laughing, their need no plan

then she begins to go but i catch her by the hand,

leaning in close i kiss her on the cheek and she fades away forever.

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100% Perfection, Brilliant Piece Of Words And Wording.

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Added on June 18, 2014
Last Updated on June 20, 2014

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