Sometimes
Sometimes there is frustration
For what I cannot do
I'm in the wrong location
I'd rather be with you
Enjoying nights of passion
Living days in love
In every form and fashion
Whatever we think of
Sometimes there is that moment
Where I just want to sit
And dream of my bestowment
Sweetheart, you are it
You know by now I love you
I hope that you're convinced
All the way to "I do"
My devotion I've evinced
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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