Compound Interest
Sitting here, blanketed, the night is so dark
I look through my window and up at the stars
But something is missing, my heart sends a cue
That something is someone, that someone is you
All that you are I'm just waiting to know
But what I know so far I hold in escrow
With compounding interest I've yet to realize
The fact that you're priceless I do recognize
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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