Why Is It?

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March 2002 Poetry

Why is it,

that every time,

I want to cry,

I can’t?

But every time I think,

of how much I love you.

I’m powerless,

to stop my tears?

Why is it?



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 3-15-02.

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