O So Tough - Poem by ash enslow
He picked a flower for my hair
for you are something unique and rare
as we peered gently into each other's souls
through our eyes
we both knew without speaking
where our hearts would forever reside
he caresses my face, so softly
whispers that he loves me 'oh so much'
that was love
now its gone
now he left me, oh so crushed...
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