I met an angel
February seventeenth
Two thousand and nine.

The lover I hold
Is not the lover I hold
Dearest to my heart.

The satisfied grin,
I'd put on your face is just
A sweet memory.

It's Valentine's Day,
And just a short year ago,
I sent a love po'm.

I used to watch you sleep
And softly kiss your shoulder
Just to see you smile.

I pushed you away,
And after the umpteenth time,
You didn't come back.

I want to love you,
But everything has changed.
You will not let me.
As a new person to this site, came across your poem liked it. :)

cheers

kookiescd
The poem is definitely an expression of reality. 
kookiescd wrote: As a new person to this site, came across your poem liked it. :)

cheers

kookiescd


Thanks.... posted these words a while ago and have not seen them since... Thanks for a kind comment!.
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