Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Poem: That's Love

The last kiss,
the last goodbye,
before you journey home.

Dreaming of you,
pretending your still here.
The scent that smells of you.

I'll always remember,
the second you leave,
the longing begins;
my heart ticks away,
acting as time; until;
on meeting again.

The first kiss,
the first hello;
That's love.

1 comment:

  1. Yes this poem is as you say 'mushy' but it was written because I missed a certain someone.