Love

She was a fresh air I felt

as she moved around me my heart melt

why couldn’t she feel my heart melt ?

sitting somewhere she remembers me

she does repent ,

she has torn me apart yet ,

my love for her doesn’t relent

I wake up in the night

something which my heart remembers is her scent …

 

Image – Pixabay

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