Poems

Poems

Poems come

and poems go,

the one that stays

will love you so.

The poem, this is and was will always be

for you and me.

Poems are moments in time,

they slip through our fingers,

when we unwind.

We relax by the hands of time,

we drift into the poems

that frees our minds.

The poems are songs of love,

that touches many,

but frees just one.

Poems come

and poems go.

But one thing is true,

I will always love you.

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