He said,
"Tell me what you love."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him.
He was confused.
She stopped in front of a mirror and stared at their reflection.
Then he saw it.
Their entwined hands.
Their happy faces.
The love in their eyes.
Then she said,
"This, this is what I love.
Us."
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Her Side Of The Story
PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
