After All This Time Poem by Emma Woods

I look at the moon and I see your eyes
Those shining whites behind such hazel
Why do you seep into my dreams at night? ?
Please hold me again I beg for my cradle
You used to hold me so tight for so long
Your hand in mine as we'd walk along
Didn't matter their words or looks of disgust
I was with you so madly in love
And though you hurt me I still love you now
You were my first ever love you pushed away the clouds
I wish I was your's and that you'd still be mine
I tought I'd get over you if I gave mysel time
The feeling inside I'd get when eith you
I'd come to my death if you wanted me to
You come across hard but inside so romantic
And I see that side and for you I am frantic

Monday 6th October 2008