About You.... Poem by Malaya Bodlaver
About You....
An empty frame
sits on my desk
and waits to hold your picture,
so, you can be near me,
and I can hold it up to my face.
At night, I squeeze my pillow.
I want to feel you, and hold you tight.
Thoughts of you running through my head,
but you are never be around.
Yet you never leave my soul.
An empty frame
just like my soul,
hoping for your presence....
and loving you,
until the end of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 8:07:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow I liked your poem!