Sunday Love
His love is a Sunday love ,complicated,
I love him as much as I love Sundays.
I will never forget him,
Wish he would come back into my life.
You never know when love touches you,
Until love does, just happens.
His tall, handsome stature,
Muscular and strong.
He has beautiful blue eyes and dimples in his cheeks,
I enjoyed our conversations together.
The day I met him and shook his hand,
I thought there is a god after all.
He liked my poetry and art,I gave him a copy one day,
Spontaneously he gave me a hug and a kiss.
I didn't expect that, he was very thankful,
Didn't know what to say.
His fashions are very handsome,
I especially liked his royal purple shirt and his sweater.
This Valentine's Day i will think of him, my handsome prince,
The hug we shared, I loved his hugs.
We were such good friends and conversationalists,
I think our friendship is forever.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
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