Haunting Love Poem by mark anthony st. rose

When true love haunts you in your dreams,
And HER soul wants you and it seems,
That distance is never too far,
Summoning you like a shining star.
And you try your best to forget,
But it rains memories ever wet.
And her image of beauty is vivid,
And I call myself stupid
For letting her slip away,
I should have fought to stay.
Now she is in a hand of another,
And my lonely heart smother,
For I know he can never LOVE her,
LIKE I CAN.




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