He's not even mine, he never was.A Poem by horsedreamer
He looks at her,
As I'm looking at him. He sees her beauty, I feel the pain. He looks into her eyes, And he sees her greatness As I do when I'm looking at him. He carefully brushes his lips against hers, I can only imagine the tenderness and sweetness of him. He smiles at her, While I watching him. Wishing, Wishing that one day he would look at me like that. He looks at her, As I'm looking at him. © 2013 horsedreamerReviews
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