There is not much I know about him
From when I first set eyes upon him
And a single look took my breath away
I never knew then how so amazingly
Our paths would cross
How he was already in my life
That I only had to wait
There is not much I know about him
What he feels or what he thinks
All I know is all I have
Precious moments
Tender memories
Stolen kisses
Eyes meeting eyes
Lips kissing lips
Hands touching hands
And after so many open doors
Of so much wasted time
And fallen tears
And smiles
There is not much I know about him
Stolen kisses…
Dear vonita,
Your poems are simple and straightforward… and this is what keeps them beautiful.
Loved it.
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Thank you, Smruti! 🙂
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Very nice
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Thank you, Lynz!
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