My Prince
You were a breath of fresh air
I did not despair
All of sudden you were there
Looking at me like a prince from the past
You renewed my existance
With one look into your eyes
I was suprised
I felt love by a man with a name
From my past
It can't be true I said
Then you kissed me
The rest left unsaid..
Mia Mittower
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Feeling | 0 | 11/16/2015 |
| My Prince | 0 | 11/16/2015 |
| One | 1 | 10/01/2013 |
| Why | 0 | 10/01/2013 |
| Love is the greatest | 0 | 08/01/2013 |
| The Way | 1 | 07/21/2013 |
| The Light | 2 | 06/05/2013 |
| Raging Waters | 0 | 06/05/2013 |
| Springtime | 0 | 04/11/2013 |
| Our Time | 3 | 01/15/2012 |
| My First Love | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
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