Things Poem by Diana González

Things



The things you told me last night, my ears have never heard anything so sweet and so loyal. The symbol of our love is never-ending like the circle I wear on my left hand. I’m still not exactly sure of what I promised, but I am happy it’s with you.

Thursday, July 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: happy
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