You
I have something in my room,
Something that reminds me of you.
Beauty born of imagination ...
Belongs to the imagination.
Naive, quiet, lonely, at times icy cold.
I want to awaken every morning
Beside you -
Just to make you smile.
Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019
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