Nights
Night comes, you come, and I ponder.
I think too much and can not keep hold of my lover.
Hold me, kiss me, love me, I don't want to be a loser.
Everything you do just leaves me as a wonderer.
No other place I rather be then right next to you.
Gazing at your beautiful eyes which cannot be replaceable.
I would paint a portrait of you and make it historical.
All the thoughts and antics I have is because I love you.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Our world
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