It's the little thingsA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
when i think about you i remonise it's the little things i miss
like walking in the park holding hands after dark
it's not the diamond rings or other fancy things
that i miss it's your kiss it's the little things like when the robin sings
now i sit and wonder why how i let my ship pass by as now you're in another's arms captured by all her charms
when i think about you i remonise it's the little things i miss © 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa |
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2 Reviews Added on April 7, 2008 Last Updated on April 10, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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