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