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There are times when I stay up late
The nights when I think about you
Wondering what could be, or what will be
It may never began at all
But in my heart, it was so real
And I wonder what it was like
To look into your eyes
Get lost in your gaze
Hold your hand and never let go
To feel the warmth in them
Or press your soft lips to mine
To tell you that I love you
And I know it’s an imagination of my mind
But I can’t help but wonder
What it would be like
If we both fell in love with each other
And I’d lean in to whisper to you;
“You are everything I wanted.”
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch


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