I don't know what to say nor what to do, though we have never met I am so lonely for you. Two hearts separated, never been together, until the time is right, we might not know each other. You might live across the Ocean, across the sea, when that blessed day arrives you'll be standing next to me. I was made for you and you were made for me, with only time to separate our hearts from one another, you will be the one for me, I won't have any other.
A pome written by me
 Geno Penna · Thu Apr 06, 2006 @ 06:56pm · 2 Comments |
