One day she's going to be a star,
with the way she sings and strums on her guitar,
On a cold winters day sitting in her room,
this is the way her songs begin to bloom.
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Very nice Mr. Jean Luc. Please review the poem and check your spellings. Nevertheless, you have the skills. Practice, practice... You can finish the sentence. Good luck! Welcome to Poemhunter.com!
Hey thanks for the comment, not oo sure on where I've mispelt and not sure what you mean by finishing the sentence. I'm not one to fuss too much over it being perfect because nonetheless it expresses what comes the heart! And I've been here a while I just don't write often :)
Her angelic voice resonates through my ears, how those heartfelt songs send me into tears, but the sound of her fills me with content, just like your Christmas card covered in your scent. beautiful love experience and the invitation....... love is a mystery....... we forget ourselves in real and deep love. thanku. tony