To Geesandra
God knows the words that follow
Embody the feelings within,
Especially those unspoken and unuttered.
Sandra love, I curse the day my eyes
Allowed themselves to take in your beauty
Not knowing it was only a torturous facade
Drawing me closer into an oblivion of no return
Regretfully, I am burdened with loving an
Angel with no hope of a positive response.
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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