Category : Poems

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You were the last drop of water 
My mouth could swallow.
 You are the last crumb of bread 
My taste buds could devour. 

 You will be the last trace of my steps, 
When the playful winter will paint us 
- Black and white. 

 You are the ray of light
 That passes through my eyes.
You are the piece of the moon 
That makes me drunk. 

 You were the last piece of heart 
That matched the missing piece of myself. 
 You are to me what others cannot see, 
A music that flows smoothly,
 That calls me to dance in Tennessee.

My darling, you are the cell
 That keeps me young.
Darling, you are everything I want 
To keep just for me.