Just For You Poetry

My friend, I do not know which way to look For love, which seems to have faded away. Imagine my life as a dusted shut book That will not open; nor does it shine light To travelled places where I have been blessed. My friend, the distance from in my heart is Equal in distance from where I rested. In ...

nicely done

very nicely penned!

In the early hours of the morning, my love, I am tracing you from memory. Sharing, once again, other early mornings; other laughing moments. Attempting to gain perspective. Hearing that time erases. I know it does not. I am seeing you again, my love, in my daydreams. I collect pockets of hope and co...