Poems: Occupiedback to poem listing
What ever did I do
those days before you?
All I ever think now,
where are you? and how?
My mind is occupied by
your face, but why?
I really like you today
these thought naught go away.
Completely enthralled with
your utter, whole silence.
But don't you ever fear,
I'll always be quite near.
Though this may be brief
it isn't filled with grief.
It's a symbol of my sense,
always on you and no one else. |
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