Tuesday, 16 June 2015


I see you are a lover; a friend
or maybe you just know your way of treating a lady
To make a girl feels more like a woman
Yet the visible broken pieces 
No wonder you are the best shoulder to cry on

The joy comforts this soul
One could mistake it for passion
Perhaps it is ...

The warmness of falling asleep in your arms
to feel your kisses and touch
A gaze into the windows of your soul
Calms this terrible storm within

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