Her Love Poem by Brenos Spider

Her Love



Catching the train, I look in the window and remember.
Her golden face, her hair flying in the wind.
She the pinnacle of beauty

She'll wait till it's too late to have him.
Then she'll turn and cry her tears.
He'll be away though she'll want him to stay with her.

Thursday, November 27, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,remember,wind
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