Special Ones Poem by Ludovik Celaj

-/once i made friend that turned out to be adored from other special ones
she's now just a lady on around faces on book shelfs telling it all to northerns

(i felt some sad i felt some glad than i cared with heart as i was same all that'

i wrote her a line to tell shes fine than i found red nd black on her body of wine

i laughed her out while i was giggling about, felt of my soul leaving from inside

as i knew her to have weeped after i was confused about.., why i cried!
and i wondered to long why? !

why we would be so alike wondering all day long within thinking of sensual nights

than back on days we would re-emerge back to dream transition that we found love with laughs passionately out loud..., "