I miss him, his face
His scent, his laughter
His loud voice, his being gentle
His being he
He makes me special
More than every woman
He cares for me and
I really love the feeling
I realize he admires me
And it goes smoothly that way
Until a player comes in
And spoils the force from within
He was taken, grabbed by someone else
Worst he vowed to that I suppose
The feelings became irrational
And slowly faded away
In my arms and strength
Can't hold you anymore
And I must set you free
No matter how painful would that be
November 26,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very expressing i like it... Dan