Months gone by,
still dreaming of your name.
To give in so hard,
only myself to blame.
Breaking shackles,
fighting to be free.
But after all,
we were meant to be.
Months are gone by still dreaming about love. But heartbreaking condition provokes thought and brings sadness. There is hope for revival of love. An amazing sharing is done here...10
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A good start with a nice poem, Ida. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.