Second Love - Poem by Faustina Marie
Second doesn't sound nearly as special
But you're a world more important to me.
There are scars on my hands
And lessons on my lips
Without which I couldn't be yours
I'm still discovering you.
We are so much more exciting and new
You watched First hurt me,
So I know you wont do the same
Delicately brushing hands, and lips
You electrify my being
And I'll never stop being thankful
Comments about Second Love by Faustina Marie
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You