In English they say…

 In English they say…








In English they say…

I can’t stop thinking of you.


But in poetry…

I can hear your soft voice in the twilight hours,

Carried by the cool, evening breeze,

That soothing voice I sought solace in,

Even in my darkest of times.

Every time I close my eyes,

I can see your charming face always smiling,

With that forever twinkle in your chocolate-brown eyes,

That lifts the corners of my mouth into a small smile.

I can still feel your gentle hands,

Which enveloped me in a warm embrace,

And made me forget the world around.

Every moment, awake or asleep,

My mind is filled with thoughts of you.











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