A Love
I love the way he holds me tight.
At first I thought he was Mr. Right.
His presence got me high.
His love made me fly.
Thinking of him makes me cry.
There's nothing that I wouldn't try, and it will never be goodbye.
He knows how much I care.
He knows that I'll always be there.
He just isn't aware....of all the despair.
I hope he's mine forever.
Whether or never,
We'll always be together. He makes everything better.
Our love runs deep within our heart. There is nothing that can tear that apart.
Copyright © Vanessa Riojas | Year Posted 2021
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