My heart chose you,
Because you touch my soul.
There are even not few,
Who made me feel this all.
I think only of us,
With the help of imagining under the stars.
I am directed with the hope to see your eyes,
I still remember their color and size.
Do you wanna know what is fine?
Fine,it is when your lips touch mine,
Your love makes me create this wonderful rhym.
Come to me closer,we will lose perceprion of time.
Fine
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2019
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really? do you really think that it is any good? horrible! it has nothing to do with poetry and shows that author has no idea how to write in english. please, either fix it or trash it and start from the beginning! it really would not hurt you if you will start with a lesson or three of english grammar!
Грмагистр 25.08.2019 07:20 • Заявить о нарушении
Грмагистр 25.08.2019 07:20 • Заявить о нарушении