I come to visit you everyday under the willow tree, to tell you I miss your touch and your smell, that I miss your smile and how you make me smile when i think of you. The sound of your voice will always be in my head and I know that when you look up from having your head in my lap I know that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
I would rather get input on what you think it is about and what you thought it was about.
SNOOPY58 Poetry (1)