A Lost Love Comments
faded memories of what went on between
a man so uncommon, beautiful to me
my eyes are wet with shed tears
my heart is heavy with unshed
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A point for reflection: I am not in my skin, I am mostly in my brain, where memories and understanding dwell, which sorts out my heart's impressions and categorizes why and why not.
If you cannot read me and know what I mean, then you have no part of me. Simple as that. They say that women are hard to understand, but the truth is, only those who truly care for their women would know where to look to find out with precision. If you keep missing the target, gentlemen, then you need to keep practicing. Right?
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7/28/2025 5:16:23 PM # 1.0.0
A lovely poem that empties the soul. Where is the romance in your poem? Felipe
The romance is in the words, clinging to you, making you cold and warm, then hot.