You All Missed His First Love Poem by me poet yeps poet

Such lovely imagery
can be conceived
by a lover only
she flies away
like a butterfly
you say

it may be warm
in the month of May
she dashes to the deserts
feels deserted
maybe to the top mountains
awaiting her
a hermit

maybe she is going around
in circles only

poverty is her ordained gift
could be

she's in everlasting search
of a lover only
who you could be
enchanted by her beauty only
maybe

If you were also in love with her
she'd accept you lovingly

confusion of mind
a gal does find guys
running only for ‘''one''' thing
sad
no love can anyone define
she is a lovely gold mine
may be

she one day becomes thine

so live hopefully

(o poet me poety) WAS POET POET ME DURING VIRUS SEASON