Thursday, October 4, 2012

Lost


Lost   within his eyes  the moment that we met...
 his world  became my world and we closed the door 
 nothing else seemed to matter but  him and I
 as we  floated about  from cloud to cloud
 the days  came and the nights   went
and each of them   just perfect  in every way
 our souls  twined  and our hands became  clasped
and nothing  could drive us apart
and as time  passes  by
our love  gets stronger  and  our life   has become   just perfect

1 comment:

  1. Perfection is what everyone expects to reach... nice poem, Rosie! Have a nice day...

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