Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Last look


I miss the last look

That you threw on me.

And I keep it as a memory

In thoughts continully.



I miss the sweet voice,

Calling for me

And the heart that brings

Vibes and doesn't fast.



I miss the carress

Of my dear lover

And the lips as honey,

That I only love.



Roxana Bogdan

04.11.2010



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