Everyday
He restores my timid eyes
One who makes me look at love
as something I can have
Behind his words
Lies the secrets he shares with his pillow
Dreams he has turned into hopes for tomorrow
Each one encompasses eternity
His words have become my mirror
One in which among thorns my eyes sees a lilly
His nuzzle,
Maidens covet in vain
His eye is solely mine
Suddenly my eyes open
The vacuity by my side awakens me
He is the kind I can only dream about
He is the kind I never had
I hope the yoke broke in my past
I look at my future
And hope I will feel his presence
Sharon Mo ©
This is so nice.. ☺️☺️♥️
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Thank you ☺
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I hope he comes to your side, and stays.
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Thanks for reading. I hope so too!
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I love this one alot!👌
Very nice writes here!👍
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Thank you many times for reading ☺
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Always! ✌
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Super. Nice
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Just amazing 👌🏻👌🏻
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Thank you 🌹
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