Your Love
Your love is so sweetIt smells just like flowers
Although you do think about him
Past the hours
And when he has to go
You cry
Just as you start to say goodbye
Your Love
Your love is so sweetPhotojan12 commented on Your Love
09-22-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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