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| 2; Your face, I am afraid I will forget. |
I thought of my mom while writing this poem. It's for her.
Your face,
I am afraid I will forget.
I dearly hope not
for it was the definition of beauty,
of love.
Those dark brown eyes that...
resemble mine.
That long dark red hair,
thin, soft, tangle free.
Your smile:
cheerfully addictive.
Your laugh:
like music.
Your face,
I am afraid I will forget.
I dearly hope not
for it was the definition of beauty,
of love.
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Posted by LadySpaz on 2008-11-25 20:36:03 | Rating: | Views: 28
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