Dead Love Poem by Betty Monroe

Dead Love



I wish I could see the lights in your eyes.
I wish I could see how your smile brightens up your face again.
I wish I could hold your hand.
I wish you could hold around me again.
I wish you could kiss me and make love to me.
This love is dead.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: kiss
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