Our Loves Will Come To Us Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Our Loves Will Come To Us



All of you who feel what I-
Feel the same when we sigh.
When missing someone in our mind,
Is not the past, the gone nor behind.

Before you sleep alone like I,
Think, question before you sigh...
Why should I, myself carry on to live now?
If we never find out what, who or how...
Ladies..

OUR LOVES WILL COME TO US.

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