WOUNDED HEART

🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.

As I open a bottle of wine
My thoughts drift back in time
I reminiscence on the days of old
I wish I had my love to hold
When I look into her eyes, so beautiful, so bright
I can’t help but love her with all my might
The taste of her lips, so very sweet
She makes my heart skip a beat
Her hair is smoother than the finest silk
And the curves of her body are perfectly built
Her skin is softer than Egyptian cotton
And her scent will never be forgotten
Her voice is that of a thousand angels singing
Everything else is nothing more than an annoying ringing
No one else could ever take her place in my heart
I knew this from the very start
Every time she crosses my mind
I search and search but cannot find
I have lost her, my friend, my lover, even my wife
She will always be the love of my life

Love is the most powerful force in existence
It can’t be forced, it can’t be bought
It can only be freely given


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