aside from saying my prayers at night
I read a poem or two, they make me sleep
so tight, and my dreams seems so alive
aside from looking at your pictures
I read a poem or two,your face and smile
I see, as if you're always here with me
aside from thingking of you
I read a poem or two,your memories floods
my soul,and I am transported to you
are you and my poems one?
cuz when I click this hands of mine
and begins to compose a prose, a poem,
or a song,how come you are in my mind
Hi Vilma,
Good write, Enjoyed reading it.
Heather
Lovely poem
just had to
stop
by and read
it very
good work on it
keep writing
in the future O:*)
a fan of yours peace for now Gail
Rereading your poem, it is more
beautiful than first time. I
think it might called love.