The sweet hereafter comes from behind the cerulean hues. Many memories inside of me, upon which happiness ensues. Looking up above the forest, I feel the strength and familiarity of the trees. And kneeling down touching the earths soil, I feel the silence of the deceased. Dew drops kissing the soil, renewing the lives that once lived beneath. Looking at you, my heart overflows with a fire that lives so sweet. And the life I live with you will always be...into the hereafter...
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for my boyfriend for his birthday because
I had no money to buy him a gift...I thought this was the
next best thing...my feelings for him were priceless...
Birth sign: Not entered
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