We lose ourselves on the things we love.
That's why I got lost when I saw you.
That's why I lost my sanity
everytime you looked at me.
Because I loved your eyes,
and I still do.
Thats why I lost my ground
everytime you touched me
with your velvet skin.
And everytime I smelled your perfume
I got lost over again because
it was like I was running
in a beautiful garden
filled with spring flowers.
And on cold, long winter nights,
I was lost because I needed your warm body
to keep me alive.
But the saddest part of it all
was that I lost myself
when I lost
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Your loss has created a heartfelt write. I hope you find another beautiful garden. Thank You