Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

May 18, 2013

The Real You

by Jenny
 
I met you the other day, 

It's still feels like a dream, 
Your words still linger in my mind. 
Your voice is my lullaby, 
I think about you everyday, 
Meeting you felt real, 
It was fate. 
But falling in love with you was unexpected. 
But it was destiny.

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