Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
Dressed in red, you approached me.
I dare say you impressed,
Yet I expected nothing less.

You lifted your hand and I took to a knee,
Kissing it gently.

"I love you," I said.
And back you whispered words that need not be spoke,
The same words I had.
Written by
Kushal  24/M/South Africa
(24/M/South Africa)   
  212
   Shruti Dadhich, Sin and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems