She became confused
about this weird feeling.
She was maybe amused
by whom was her heart stealing.
She started to thinking
is this real love?
She is laying in her bed
now after five years.
She has no feelings dead
her face is full of tears.
She knows the answer
it is real love.
She met her today at some event
couldn't stop looking into her eyes.
She knows what she has meant
and that's why she cries.
So Genuine.... The words mentioned makes me relive your experience... You have a good flair of rhyming... Keep writing...Thanks for sharing..10 from me
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a beautiful love poem sadness, tears, cry, dreams. problems. so much in this poem. the frivolities of young life.. thank you very much dear poetess. tony
I'm the one who thanks.