Challenge
Each day that passes,
My tears never stop crashing like the sound of waves connecting with the sand.
That twinkle in your eyes, with the specs of grey which always would take my breath away, even till this day. Stop me from moving forward.
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Would that I
Would that I were your pillow,
That each night you rest your sweet head,
Upon my waiting breast and sleep,
Would that I meet you in a wooded glade,
Or in your dreams, to fall and weep,
That a flower so rare should smile upon,
And grace my days in sunlit bliss.