The One I'M Searching For - Poem by teri bronte
He is out there..my lost love..but, where?
My lost love is tall and big with large hands and brown hair and brown eyes..
My lost love is Italian decent or maybe he is Irish as myself. But, American born and raised.
My lost love is Leo or Scorpion..he's wild and hot blooded.
My lost love makes me lose my temper and lights me on fire...and makes up to me in the same moment.
My lost love knows me inside and out the second he see's me and look's at me I lose control.
I know not where he is...i search and look in each face.
My lost love will find me when I am not looking.. this I feel inside my heart.
Find me.. I am here.. waiting for you my lost love.
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