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I would cherish the simple things; Like a surprise homemade card, just because it is spring. I would love silly, corny poems; Not because they are literary works of art, But because they would be true reflections of your caring heart. It would make me smile with joy; To wake to the sound of your voice. To be wrapped in your arms sharing a kiss; Oh yes! This would be my sweetest form of bliss. Lost in your brown eyes; Drowning in waves of chocolate would be a merciful way to die. Though none of this can be; When you are no longer with me. No longer by my side to cause my heart to soar and fly. Now I am shattered and broken. On the inside I cry, though, on the outside I simply sigh. What a loss, losing your love was to me. I wish I had held on tighter and never let you leave; If I would be honest with myself, I knew for some time now you wanted to be free. Free from my love. All I can say is; “If it was meant to be, then someday you will find your way back to me.” So, with much love I send you my dearest a kiss on a cold winter’s breeze; Hoping to warm your heart, and not allow your love for me to freeze.
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May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 5:36 AM UTC
Kiss On a Winter’s Breeze
I would cherish the simple things; Like a surprise homemade card, just because it is spring. I would love silly, corny poems; Not because they are literary works of art, But because they would be true reflections of your caring heart. It would make me smile with joy; To wake to the sound of your voice. To be wrapped in your arms sharing a kiss; Oh yes! This would be my sweetest form of bliss. Lost in your brown eyes; Drowning in waves of chocolate would be a merciful way to die. Though none of this can be; When you are no longer with me. No longer by my side to cause my heart to soar and fly. Now I am shattered and broken. On the inside I cry, though, on the outside I simply sigh. What a loss, losing your love was to me. I wish I had held on tighter and never let you leave; If I would be honest with myself, I knew for some time now you wanted to be free. Free from my love. All I can say is; “If it was meant to be, then someday you will find your way back to me.” So, with much love I send you my dearest a kiss on a cold winter’s breeze; Hoping to warm your heart, and not allow your love for me to freeze.
Written: 12:44 am Tuesday, November 25, 2014
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corlotta-murry
30/F/American
May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 5:36 AM UTC
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