Yet still I see you, faces in supermarkets can't compare, my dear.

A poem about all of the times I could've sworn I saw her face and all the times it's made me feel like a rainbow.

There is not enough sky,

not nearly enough,

for all of her.

And everywhere you go

her face is like a mirror

onto to each and every passer.

And it’s not her,

but for the second you think it is,

you’re happy.

Reviews

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Such a sweet poem with love and devotion. Great write

[Peacegal]

This is so full of love and adoration, I love the feeling it gives me :)

[summer-breeze35]

Very nicely written, made me smile, elusive women.